Mary, mother of tenderness, lady of the harvests, you who know the silence of the soil and the waiting of the seed in the darkness of the earth, we stand before you not in a specific hour, but in the thirst of the heart for blessing
We bring you the fatigue of our days, our fear of drought, and our hope that what was sown in tears will one day bear fruit in joy
Teach us to trust God’s rhythm, not to rush the harvest, nor lose hope when waiting grows long
Bless our land — not only the fields we can see, but the hidden fields within us
our thoughts, our intentions, the labor of love we offered without yet seeing its fruit
O Mother of the good seed, plant patience within us, water our hearts with hope, and keep us under your intercession, until we too become fertile ground for the glory of God
