Our Lady of Guadalupe, Feast Day of December 12 Upon the hill where roses bloomed, so rare, so bright,   She came with grace, a mother clothed in light. Her mantle shone with stars across the sky, A sign of hope for all who lift their cry. She spoke with love, her voice both calm and true, To Juan Diego, chosen, humble, new. A gift of faith, her image left behind, A mother’s care for all of humankind. On this day’s dawn, December’s sacred flame, We honor her and praise her ho