Today feast in Pompeii. Pray to Our Lady of the Rosary to obtain a grace

I. - O Augusta Queen of victories, o sovereign Virgin of Heaven, whose powerful name rejoices the heavens and the abysses tremble with terror, O glorious Queen of the Most Holy Rosary, all of us, adventure your children, whom your goodness has chosen in this century, to raise a Temple in Pompeii, prostrate here at your feet, on this very solemn day of the feast of your new triumphs on the land of idols and demons, we pour out the affections of our hearts with tears, and with the confidence of children we show you our miseries.

Deh! from that throne of clemency where you sit Queen, turn, O Mary, your pitying gaze towards us, on all our families, on Italy, on Europe, on the whole Church; and take pity on the troubles in which we turn and the travails that embitter their lives. See, Mother, how many dangers in the soul and in the body surround it: how many calamities and afflictions force it! O Mother, hold back the arm of justice of your indignant Son and overcome the heart of sinners with clemency: they are also our brothers and your children, who cost blood to sweet Jesus, and knife piercings to your most sensitive Heart. Today show yourself to everyone, who you are, Queen of peace and forgiveness.

Hi Regina.

II. - It is true, it is true that we first, although your children, with sins go back to crucify Jesus in our hearts, and pierce your heart again. Yes, we confess it, we deserve the most bitter scourges. But you remember that on the summit of Golgotha ​​you collected the last drops of that divine blood and the last testament of the dying Redeemer. And that testament of a God, sealed with the blood of a Man-God, declared you our Mother, Mother of sinners. You, therefore, as our Mother, are our Advocate, our Hope. And we groan we extend our pleading hands to you, shouting: Mercy!

Have mercy on you, good Mother, have mercy on us, on our souls, on our families, on our relatives, on our friends, on our extinct brothers, and above all on our enemies, and on many who call themselves Christians, and yet they are tearing the lovable Heart of your Son. Have mercy, deh! mercy today we implore for the misguided nations, for all of Europe, for the whole world, that you return repentant to your heart. Mercy for all, O Mother of Mercy.

Hi Regina.

III. - What does it cost you, O Maria, to hear us? What does it cost you to save us? Did not Jesus put all the treasures of his graces and mercies in your hands? You sit crowned Queen to the right of your Son, surrounded by immortal glory on all the choirs of the Angels. You extend your domain as far as the heavens are extended, and to you the earth and the creatures that all dwell in it are subject. Your dominion extends to hell, and you alone snatch us from the hands of Satan, or Mary.

You are the Almighty by grace. So you can save us. That if you say you don't want to help us, because you ungrateful and undeserving children of your protection, at least tell us who else we must resort to to be freed from so many scourges.

Ah, no! Your Motherly Heart will not suffer to see us, your children, lost. The Child that we see on your knees, and the mystical crown that we aim for in your hand, inspire us confidence that we will be fulfilled. And we fully trust in you, we throw ourselves at your feet, we abandon ourselves as weak children in the arms of the most tender of mothers, and today, yes, today we await your long-awaited graces from you.

Hi Regina.

We ask the blessing to Maria.

One last grace we ask you now, O Queen, which you cannot deny us on this most solemn day. Grant all of us your constant love, and especially your maternal blessing. No, we will not rise from your feet, we will not detach from your knees, until you have blessed us.

Bless, O Mary, at this moment, the Supreme Pontiff. To the princes laurels of your Crown, to the ancient triumphs of your Rosary, whence you are called Queen of victories, oh! add this again, O Mother: grant triumph to Religion and peace to human society. Bless our Bishop, the Priests and especially all those who zeal the honor of your Shrine.

Finally, bless all the Associates to your new Temple of Pompeii, and all those who cultivate and promote the devotion to your Holy Rosary.

O blessed Rosary of Mary; Sweet chain that you make us to God; Bond of love that unites us to the Angels; Salvation tower in hell assaults; Safe harbor in the common shipwreck, we will never leave you again. You will be comfort in the hour of agony; to you the last kiss of life that goes out. And the last accent of the dull lips will be your sweet name, Queen of the Rosary of the Pompeii Valley, or our dear Mother, or the only Refuge of sinners, or sovereign Comforter of the professions. Be blessed everywhere, today and always, on earth and in heaven. So be it.

Hi Regina.