Grateful and happy for the gift of the mother, for filling her with grace, we join the words of the poem:
Look today, glowing, to the heavenly queen.
Look how evil trembles
And the snake is hidden.
Dressed in burning sun,
The moon by pedestal,
And, which wedding crown,
Twelve stars on the forehead.
Is the servant and the lady,
The prophesied Virgin
of the rising sun the dawn.
It comes from grace full,
Well, your child, in good time,
He wanted to make it immaculate.
Happy Immaculate Day