Walking outside the city
Walking from my home
My usual path
Under the hot sun
My feet upon the sand
And unto me an apparition did appear
The Ghost of Guadalupe
I'm a man of no importance
I'm a man of little means
Tasked to build a church
To relieve the burdens of her people
Flowers she did give me
As a sign
The Ghost of Guadalupe
During Advent
We are not safe from miracles
Or ghosts
Or signs
Even an ordinary man
Walking an ordinary path
"No estoy yo aqui que soy tu madre?"
"Am I not here, I who am your mother?"
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