Your silver tears!

We saw you cry in Podbrdo

With our inner eyes,

Your kind eyes filled with tears of sadness,

Reflection of the English of a troubled century.

I saw your crystal tears fall on your rosy cheeks

And falling on the stones of the rocky Podbrdo

With my inner eyes.

Sparkling dewdrops,

About the vine leaves of Medjugorje

Reflecting your holy tears

And proclaiming the “Hail Mary”.

I heard your sobs

Echoing among the hills of Medjugorje

With my heart and soul.

Restless mother that you are.

Who wouldn’t be restless?

When the children are perishing?

We can no longer see your tears.

Our sighs and prayers would reach the stars in your crown

And they can wipe away your motherly tears

Cascading down your cheeks.

You seemed sad and restless

Tears running down your cheeks

When you appeared in La Salette in the Alps.

Why did the crying never stop all the time?

While you were talking to your dear children.

The Visionaries say;

You were like a mother beaten by children

and escaped to the mountain to cry.

Certainly when you triumph one day,

Your blood stained tears

It would turn into silver tears of joy.

Holy Mother, help us in this battle.

To reach your heavenly abode.

We are waiting for your hug at the gate of Heaven.

Until then, we can hold on to Christ and you,

And remain uncompromised for the rest.

Together with the Precious Blood of Jesus,

There is nothing more emotional

May your holy tears, Mother Mary.

How many tears did you shed on the Via Crucis

And when you were under the Cross!

Still shedding tears for the prodigal sons.

Queen of peace, wishing once again

be in your yard

sitting under the cherry tree

And remembering days gone by.

Once again looking forward to being in the apparition room,

Praying and waiting for your arrival,

To hear the sound of church bells

Announcing your majestic arrival with a cross of white light.

Looking at the faces of the seers shining before your sight.

And put our requests under your feet

Once again wishing to be in Podbrodo,

Kneeling in front of the blue cross.

Holy Mother, be my safety in the restless tides of life,

Make my mind as peaceful as a lake on a windless night.

May your motherly love burn like the fire of an altar,

In the secret temple of my being.

Medjugorje is a town in Bosnia where Mother Mary has been appearing to six visionaries since June 1981. On many occasions, the apparition has appeared there with teary eyes. Our Lady appeared at La Salette in France with a sad face and teary eyes in 1846. She is like a mother sitting next to a child in a coma; the world is in a spiritual coma. Some say that she is like a mother who jumps into the fire in the house to save the children and the world is caught in a spiritual fire.