Mother Trinidad of the Holy Mother Church, Foundress of The Work of the Church, was taken to Eternity five years ago.
The life of Mother Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia fully enters, according to the unfathomable designs of God, into His plan of salvation for mankind through the Church. It could be summed up as follows:
A CALL in God’s powerful passing over her, whom He claimed to be only and exclusively for Him.
With the response of that seventeen-year-old:
“I’ll be Yours! totally Yours! and forever!”
A PREPARATION for that day which stands out as a high peak in her life: 18 March 1959, when God brought her into His bosom and showed Himself to her without veils.
That day was followed by a life full of indescribable lights, deep experiences on the intimate life of God, Christ, Mary and the Church; unspeakable joys and heart-rending wounds of the soul, all of this served to entrust her with
one MISSION:
“Go and tell it…! this is for everyone…!”
as the Echo that repeats the life, mission and tragedy of the Church.
And one PETITION:
—Make Me The Work of the Church…!
—But Lord, The Work of the Church has already been carried out by You…!
—With all I have given you, you know well what you have to do…!;
for the deep renewal desired by God within the same Church.
BEING ABLE to repeat in the evening of her life:
“I did all I could, and I could not do anything more.”
Below follow two poems by Mother Trinidad:
IF I COULD LOOK UPON YOU AGAIN
“If I could see You, Lord, if only one instant!
and if You quenched my thirst in the infinite light of Your eternal Mystery…
If I could sing in Your Song, and love You in Your Fire
without veils that hide the transparent gaze of Your serene eyes…
If I could see You again, regaining afresh
strength to pervade my life to withstand this exile…
One instant only,
to ease my fires full of zeal…! one instant, Lord,
for, without You, I can no more…!
I do not seek to live or die,
I only seek to look upon You without veils
in the light of Your glory or in the fog that prevails and that enfolds this earth!
If I could look upon You again, my God, one instant only, without veils…!”
20-3-1975
THE SUMPTUOUS AND MAGNIFICENT GATES OF HEAVEN!!!
“When I consider that delirious moment
when your Bosom shall open its Gates,
when I, after life’s night, shall peer
into the mysterious depths of Your Face;
so profound is the joy that in me I feel!
that the horrible instant of death
is transformed, within me,
into an overflowing bliss,
for I know it is the step transcendent
that propels me, like a blazing ray,
into the secret of your incandescent Breast.
O the Gates of the Heavens,
that tear open for me, once inside,
the sumptuous curtains of that Temple,
behind which the Holy of Holies lies
celebrating His Mystery
in the venturous bliss of the Coeternal…!
O luminous Gates, from behind you one feels
eternal melodies in concerts never perceived,
and resounds the volcanoes’ deep groan
fired by the burning flames of their fires…!
O palpitating sound
with which the Eternal One,
sweetly flutters,
in His silent breath,
the explanatory Word
that in His mystery He utters …!
What a transcendent moment,
when the reverent soul
is introduced into that Bosom’s depths…!;
and contemplates, in flight, how Love enfolds them both, with the lulling daylight of His hugging Kiss…!
What mystery sublime…! Such moment…!
when the sumptuous Gates of that Temple shall open;
and the curtains be drawn,
and the Mystery shall be discovered;
and the luminous Suns shall shine and glow
in the palpitating breast of the Sublime One…
What a moment, the moment of death!
that tears and rips with its pitiful night
the sorrows of exile,
and bids farewell, after its icy cry,
to this body’s chains,
to give way to the soul’s taking flight,
on the wing of a mysterious flying,
to the sumptuous and magnificent gates of Heaven.
What a moment, the moment of death!
when the body stays still,
when the soul swiftly soars,
like a triumphant eagle,
after the breeze of its flight,
to cross the deep depths of the abyss
that separates life from death,
earth from the Heavens,
men from the Angels,
Glory from exile,
in a flight, astounding,
towards the venturous Bosom of the Good God,
And like an imperial eagle, from the corpse relieved,
the soul, victorious, to the Heavens is heaved
to satisfy the dryness of its painful wants
in the clear water Springs of the Eternal One,
where a crystalline torrent gushingly wells forth,
to satisfy the thirsty souls
who cross the thresholds of destiny…
O the Gates of the Heavens
with their triumphant curtains
that hide, behind their mystery,
the Holiest, Who is veiled
by the burning flashes of His fires,
and the Immense One, Who is hidden
with His glory behind the veils…!
O sumptuous Gates!
when the curtains are drawn,
and I enter after my flight…
O the Gates of Glory!
make way, I am nearing now.
I am on my wings!!!”
29-1-1973
