The prayer that Natuzza Evolo wrote to the Madonna

O Mother of Heaven, dispenser of graces, relief of afflicted hearts, hope of whom
desperate, thrown into the most distressing distress, I came to prostrate myself at your feet
to be consoled by you.
Will you reject me? Ah! I don't believe you have the courage to send me back. The
your Mother's Heart of mercy I hope it will grant me! Poor me if you are not there
put your hand. I would certainly be lost!
Seeing me so afflicted many and many told me: “if you want grace in this
circumstance you must go to pray to Our Lady, to whom anyone resorts to
thanks undoubtedly he gets it ". I always thought that Our Lady of Grace
it was you, O Immaculate Heart of Mary Refuge of Souls, whose powerful name it is
they rejoice the heavens and the whole universe calls you and invokes you Mother of all grace. From
when I was born I always heard that you give thanks to the whole world. IS
me no? I want it and I want it by force.
And for this I - despite being a poor and unworthy sinner - in the
tribulation that oppresses me I had the thought of coming to cry from You. And with
moans, with sighs and with the burning tears that rain from my eyes, to you I cry, to
I raise your hands holding your crown, invoking you or great Queen, comforter
of souls, treasurer and dispenser of all graces, advocate of graces more
arduous, difficult and desperate.
I am sure. Don't kick me out, listen to me. Console me and save me, I want to
You absolutely the longed for grace ...
I want her.
Forgive me if I take advantage of your goodness.
Oh me, the poor afflicted one! If alone alone, for example, unique in the world, I will not receive the
sighed grace! O Holy Mother, all full of graces, I have all hope that
You will do me grace. From you the aspect, that you are the Mother of all graces. I'm
sure you can do it. And how will I do if you don't make it?
No! Don't let the voice come out that you abandon and no longer help your children.
I am also a daughter! Nor is it said that one unworthy of your daughter, having prayed to you
with tears of affliction, from her most afflicted heart, you never wanted to hear her
free, while many, without number, have appealed and have recourse to yours every day
Immaculate Heart and experience the power of your love and without delay
they get the sighed graces. And I alone must cry in this great one
tribulation?
Ah! No. I won't let you! Or deny me here at your feet that you are the Mother of
mercy is the dispenser of all graces, or grant me without anything else
sighed grace. And if you don't listen to me, you feel that I will do it, thanks Mother.
Kneeling before you, holding your crown, I will tear your cloak, Ti
I will clasp my hands, I will kiss your feet, I will bathe them with tears and I will stay for a long time
I will cry crying, until You softened and moved you will say to me: “Arise, che la
grace, Jesus, he made you ". and you have to tell me.
And now that you have heard what I will do to you, what do you say to me, O my Mama, that you answer me?
You have to help me, you have to do me this grace, even though I'm a sinner. If you do not want
do it, because you are a sinner, at least tell me who to go to be consoled
in this great pain of mine.
If you weren't powerful enough I would resign myself saying: “You are my Mama, me
you love, but you cannot help and save me ”.
If you were not my Mama, with reason I would say: “You are not my Mama, I am not
your daughter, so you don't have to help me! ".
But you are my Mama and all over the world! If you want you can help me. You gotta do it to me
this grace. You have to do it by force.
I am sure you will do it, because You are good and you cannot deny me.
I wait for this grace, I await it from your mouth that only opens
when he has a grace to pronounce.
I desire it from that forehead, from that breast, from those feet, from that blessed one of yours
maternal Heart, all filled with graces, refuge of all souls.
Thanks, I'm looking for you, my Mama Do me the grace I am looking for. I ask you with all the
heart, I ask you with the voice of all the children of the world who are souls
innocent, of all lovers, of all your devoted children. From you therefore the aspect e
you have to do it by force.
And I promise you, O Mother with the most tender Heart, that until my mind
will have thoughts, my tongue will accent me, my heart will beat me, always, always
I will cry out to You, and in the hours of the day and those of the night you will hear yourself called
crying: Mom!
That cry, or Mother, will be my sigh.
Are we staying like this, Holy Mother?
Yes, let's stay like this! So that after so many tears and sighs shed at your feet I can
come and thank you for your special grace. Amen.