Every day I see your sad face , which looks at the agonies of your Son.
To the torture of a murdered God.
Amidst the cries of hatred , amidst scorn and rejection You are with Him and we are not there. Hidden behind the walls of our sins, surrounded by the barrier of our desires and passions, we pretend that everything happens out of love.
And you Adored Queen stand by Him, tears do not run down your face, but your Heart breaks with pain
O Beloved Mother!
How can I look You in the face, when with every sin I add wounds to Your Son!
Your Immaculate Heart is drenched in blood of despair, but You go on thinking how to help such wretched oppressors.
O Merciful Lady, only You can help here and ask forgiveness. I know that only through You will we become crosses and none of us will ever hurt Him again .
You were there when they put the crown of thorns on Him and clothed Him in a mantle of purple. They spit and laughed, King of the Jews – they cried out.
The priests incited the crowds, and you suffered in silence .
O Lady Comforter of distressed hearts, history has come full circle. 2000 years have passed and nothing has changed… Maybe not. However, it has changed.
You Queen of our hearts he calls disciple , mulatto . He who mocks God, who breaks the first commandment with the worship of mother earth deceives people. He is blinded by Masonic heresies. He sat on the throne with the priests turning their backs on Your Son. They put themselves on a pedestal, and dethroned God.
O Brightest Queen in this modernist madness they mock your Son and you are called a colleague. Blasphemers. They have forgotten that You, O Lady, defeat the Satan they have become.
Queen Beloved I am a blind man , but I do not want to be healed only guided by the Guide of the Lost Souls, the Souls of the afflicted.
Who knows better the way to her Son , than His Mother.
Please lead the way!
I will follow You and when I regain my sight and begin to look at the world, please make me blind again and see only You.
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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