Our Lady Of Guadalupe

He will inlay your wounds with gold.

Our Lady will hold you close to her heart,

she will embrace you in her hands,

and she will call you her own.

Flowers will bloom from your brokenness

and rays of light will exude from within.

He makes you new again you see.

And she holds you while you become free.

My heart was lined with woundedness

He laid Gold within the crevasses.

The darkest became most light,

the shame transformed and radiant.