Eyes of the Heart Studio

Our Lady of Fatima

A beautiful drawing of Our Lady of Fatima appearing to the three shepherd children Lucia, Francisco and Jacinta.

Medium: Coloured Pencil

In 1917, Our Lady appeared to three shepherd children of Fatima: Lucia, Francisco and Jacinta. She called them to prayer and penance for the salvation of souls, and requested devotion to her Immaculate Heart as a means to world peace. Here is a poetic meditation inspired by the message of Fatima, written by Adelaine.

~ Sweet Purity, Penance and Peace ~

The little ones – they understand. 

The pure of heart perceive God’s Hand.

The tidal waves of Justice stayed

Through acts of self-denial made

That poorest sinners may be saved.


Sweet purity! Sin’s stain effaced

By cleansing ointments borne of grace.

O bathe my soul with balm divine,

Bind up the wounds, dissolve the grime

That fetters me from love sublime.


My sin now scorned, my crimes rejected

No longer is my heart dejected.

With praise to Him who set me free

My spirit soars in liberty,

The Heavens opened wide to me!


But what of those in darkness gripped –

Their hardened hearts of goodness stripped?

My God, accept this heart’s oblation

And every act of reparation

Imploring You for their salvation.


You crave the prodigal’s return –

No humbled heart Your Heart can spurn.

Yet spurned are You by all the world:

At You is insult, hatred hurled

Through lies of Satan’s mind unfurled.


“Make penance, then, your daily bread

That with your body souls are fed.”

– This my Mother’s sweet advice.

With her I wish to pay the price,

My flesh a living sacrifice.


Her heart, her soul, her marrow torn

As from His side the Church was born.

Immaculate yet pierced with pain

She finds it sweet to taste disdain

When by the chalice souls are gained.


O holy Mother, full of love

Your heart is crystal, your eyes are doves

That melt my soul with sweetest peace

Beseeching me, through prayers increased

To lead men to the Wedding Feast.


I believe, I adore profoundly, Lord

I hope, I love – my life accords

With Your Most Holy Will, my meat.

Grant pardon from Your Mercy seat,

As I lay prostrate at Your Feet.


As man remembers he is dust

The Serpent’s head by love is crushed

Your Eucharistic kiss our life

Dispelling lies and ending strife

As Bridegroom claims His lowly wife.