First Sunday of October: Supplication to Our Lady of Pompeii

Da Paolo Tessione - October 6th, 2019

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.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you, you are blessed among women and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

II. - It is true, it is true that we are the first, although your children, to crucify Jesus in our hearts again with sins, and we pierce your Heart again. Yes, we confess, we are deserving of 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 extend our pleading hands to you, crying out: Mercy! Have mercy on you, O 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 so many who call themselves Christians, and yet tear apart. the lovable Heart of your Son. Have pity, deh! mercy today we implore for the astray nations, for the whole of Europe, for the whole world, that you return repented to your hearts. Mercy for all, O Mother of Mercy.

III. - What does it cost you, oh Mary, to listen to us? What does it cost you to save us? Has Jesus not placed in your hands all the treasures of his graces and of his mercies? You sit crowned Queen at the right hand of your Son, surrounded by immortal glory on all the choirs of the Angels. You extend your dominion as far as the heavens are stretched, and to you the earth and all the creatures that 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 do not want to help us, because they are ungrateful children and undeserving of your protection, tell us at least who else we must turn to in order to be freed from so many scourges. Ah, no! Your Mother's Heart will not suffer from seeing us, your children, lost. The Child whom we see on your knees, and the mystical crown that we gaze into your hand, inspire us with confidence that we will be heard. 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 the long-awaited graces from you.

We ask the blessing to Maria.

We now ask you for one last grace, O Queen, which you cannot deny us on this most solemn day. Grant us all your constant love, and in a special way your motherly blessing. No, we won't get off your feet, we won't get off your knees, until you bless us. Bless the Supreme Pontiff at this moment, oh Mary. To the early laurels of your Crown, to the ancient triumphs of your Rosary, whence you are called Queen of victories, deh! 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.

It ends by acting

HELLO REGINA

Hello, Queen, Mother of Mercy, life, sweetness and our hope, hello. We turn to you, we exiled children of Eve; we sigh to you, groaning and weeping in this valley of tears. Come on then, our advocate, turn those merciful eyes to us, and show us, after this exile, Jesus, the blessed fruit of your breast. Or Clemente, or Pia, or sweet Virgin Mary.