Mary, bearing Jesus in her arms, visits those who ceaselessly pray her Rosary, her Psalter.
When the Mother and Child enter a place, darkness is put to flight, loneliness becomes communion, fear gives way to confidence, and hope triumphs over despair.
To His All–Pure Mother has Jesus entrusted the mission of sweetening the bitter waters of loneliness.
“As one whom his mother comforts, so I will comfort you” (Is 66:13).
One who prays the Rosary faithfully is, in some way, scanning the horizon for the arrival of the Mother of God, already certain of her visitation. “Who is this coming up from the desert, leaning on her beloved?” (Ct 8:5).
“Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. Thou art all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee. Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come; thou shalt be crowned” (Ct 4:6–8).
What is this crown if not the Rosary (la corona del Rosario) woven for the Mother of God by her