How sad I see my Church…!

“What do you see at night, tell us sentinel?” These are the words of a hymn from the Liturgy of the Hours. What do you see in the night of our current times so gloomy and dark? This we ask Mother Trinidad who has been sent as a faithful sentinel and as a prophet who bears joyful news for the people of God, who are longing for better times.

“How sad I see my Church!” and, also “How glorious is my Church”. This is the response of Mother Trinidad which makes us understand that only those who have the great capacity to rejoice and to suffer – because of their greatness of heart – are able to truly discover the Holy Mother Church, so unknown even to Her own children on earth and so dazzling when She is looked at with the Eyes of Heaven.




                                                                    How adorned is my Church!
                                                           how beautiful! all in Her best attire!
                                                           all wrapped up in Her perfumes
                                                           and with jewels adorned!

                                                                    I see You all-festive,
                                                           as a Bride in Her finest garments,
                                                           God Himself You’re possessing
                                                           and are being in Him fecundated.

                                                                    Yet, a veil of mourning,
                                                           Your jewels is covering,
                                                           Your beauty obscuring
                                                          while torn apart You’re looking.

                                                                    And it’s because Your children –my own–
                                                           Your soul have torn asunder,
                                                           since from Your bosom they’re leaving
                                                           going after companions, deceivers.

                                                                    How sad my Church I see
                                                           with Her disfigured face,
                                                           and, with a veil of mourning,
                                                           that Her rich regalia is covering…!

                                                                    How glorious is my Church
                                                           in the bosom of the Beloved…!

Madre Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia


Even though I have seen You sad

The tough times that Holy Mother Church is going through lead to an increased suffering in those who love Her, the pain becomes very sharp and it pierces our souls due to our human powerlessness in order to intervene and change the current situation of confusion, persecution and Gethsemane of the Bride of Christ.

In the face of such a bleak drama of confusion the Light of Truth arises as a balm for the soul. This is the very Light that surrounds and penetrates the Church, and anyone who discovers the Face of the Church can’t be fooled by appearances and beyond the reigning confusion is able to see the presence of God, who comforts the human family through the Mother Church.



                                                                  Even though I have seen You sad
                                                          dark-skinned and contorted,
                                                          in hiding for Your mourning
                                                          and slapped while lying on the ground;
                                                          beyond Your sadness and anguish,
                                                          beyond Your torn innermost being,
                                                          I perceive in Your pupils,
                                                          in Your profound gaze,
                                                          Such an infinite light,
                                                          that it leaves me enthralled.

                                                                  It is the gaze of the Word,
                                                          that, in sparkling flames,
                                                          through your pupils bursts forth
                                                          into sapiential words,
                                                          expressing in a concert
                                                          of melodies sacred,
                                                          the perfections eternal
                                                          of He Who in Your bosom rests.

                                                                  Even though sometimes, in my prayer,
                                                          I see You so offended,
                                                          I always glimpse in Your life
                                                          the richness that overcomes You,
                                                          the Springs that flood You,
                                                          when I look on You in Your gaze.

                                                                  Church, how I see You…!:
                                                          As divine as You are human!,
                                                          for it is the Word who expresses Himself
                                                          as You proclaim your song;
                                                          while I contemplate You
                                                          in your being fully soaked
                                                          in eternal wisdom
                                                          by your divine Word;
                                                          full of infinite gifts
                                                          and brimming with charity
                                                          when I gaze on You in Your depths,
                                                          though You hide Your face from me.

                                                                  And even if You want to show Yourself
                                                          so offended to my being,
                                                          cast to the ground and tearful,
                                                          panting and bent over,
                                                          You know that I know You;
                                                          and that, no matter how humiliated
                                                          You appear before me,
                                                          I see in Your silent grief
                                                          the Bridegroom Who, on your bosom,
                                                          resting, is havened.
                                                                  Since, even though I know You are sad
                                                          and in Your members exiled,
                                                          I also know that You are glorious
                                                          in the Feast of the One You love.

                                                                  Church, how beautiful You are…!
                                                          like a bedecked Bride,
                                                          surrounded by the children
                                                          who, coming in the morning
                                                          into God’s eternal day,
                                                          flatter You in His banquet.
                                                          And “there”, without mourning veil,
                                                          without Your contorted face,
                                                          without Your weeping gaze,
                                                          with your crowned temples,
                                                          I see You overflowing with Light
                                                          of bursting cataracts,
                                                          resting and being aflame
                                                          on the breast of the One You love.

                                                                  Your cheeks are bright stars
                                                          through which the Sun is outpoured,
                                                          like a kindled volcano
                                                          in cooling flames.

                                                                  I see You full of children,
                                                          as a wedded virgin,
                                                          palpitating and overflowing,
                                                          like a Bride in love,
                                                          with the infinite spring
                                                          of the bliss that flows forth into You.

                                                                  Church, You are the same…!
                                                          Even though I see You cast down,
                                                          even if You ask me for help…
                                                                  And even though You hide Your face from me,
                                                          enshrouding yourself in your cloak
                                                          like an abandoned woman,
                                                          I know how to look in Your anguish
                                                          the beauty which overwhelms You,
                                                          the beauty of the living God,
                                                          who, behind Your nights, speaks to me.

                                                                  Therefore, when I look on You
                                                          on this tarnished earth,
                                                          and they want to dethrone You,
                                                          although they will never succeed,
                                                          my soul bursts into crying
                                                          overwhelmed by Your pain,
                                                          due to the love I bear for You
                                                          and the union which joins me to You,
                                                          in the midst of darkness
                                                          of gloomy dense nights
                                                          and full of pain
                                                          in which my soul gazes at You…

                                                                  Church, stand up!
                                                          and uncover Your face!
                                                          Throw away Your mourning veil!
                                                          reveal Yourself brimmed!
                                                          and crush with Your power,
                                                          with the light from Your gaze,
                                                          the pride that spits You
                                                          on Your sacred cheeks…!

                                                                  Stand up, Church! soon!
                                                          For confusion advances,
                                                          and the little ones get scared
                                                          of the deceitful doctrine!
                                                                  Uncover Yourself soon, Church!
                                                          and with Your power seize
                                                          the simple hearts;
                                                          at the same time that You crush
                                                          the pride of the haughty
                                                          with Your Word divine …!

                                                                  Stand up, Church! Delay not!
                                                          today my soul begs You!
                                                          for, if You ask me for help,
                                                          all my being is on guard,
                                                          waiting for God to speak
                                                          and to tell me His word.

                                                                  I will go wherever He commands,
                                                          I will run with no delay;
                                                          but I do not want to see You
                                                          with Your contorted face,
                                                          cast to the ground and tearful,
                                                          panting and bent over…!

                                                                  Throw away Your mourning veil!
                                                          Come on, Church, beloved Mother!
                                                          and show me again
                                                          through Your infinite Word
                                                          the riches of the Sublime One,
                                                          the beauty that overwhelms You
                                                          as the Bride of the living God,
                                                          Who speaks to me behind Your nights…

                                                                  Come on, Church, delay not!
                                                          for my soul is zealous
                                                          for the glory of the Coeternal One
                                                          and of His offended Bride;
                                                          and, if You ask my soul for help,
                                                          with its militia it is on guard!


Madre Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia


The fullness of God irresistibly impels man to make him known

The knowledge and fullness that each one of us achieves in the participation of God’s mystery is the measure of the drive to make Him known. God is a fire that “consumes” the soul and it is possible to rest only by communicating Him: Souls for God! This is the cry of the one who has known and tasted how good the Lord is.

The knowledge and the all-encompassing perfect intuition the Father has of Himself in His infinite light makes Him break forth into Word, and the Father communicates His very own divine life to His Son. This is the infinite rest of the Father, since the Son receives and responds in utter perfection to the communication of the Father. God the Father finds His own repose in begetting the Son in the Love of fire of the Holy Spirit, and the Father’s happiness resides in His self-communication to His Son.





The fullness of God irresistibly impels man

to make him known


         How great is God’s mystery in Him and in His outward manifestation! This mystery is so profound, divine and eternal, that the soul on discovering it, turns into a stream of life in the plenitude of the Infinite and communicates to others the overflowing currents that pervade its being. (9-12-72)

         The contact with the Infinite fills the soul, and on being entirely filled with Him, we feel the need to make those around us share in our joy; because the divine love that pervades us, is an overflowing outpouring on all men. (18-8-73)

         He who possesses God, lives on His loving wisdom in the joy of the Holy Spirit, Who fills us with the abundance of His gifts, to manifest to man Christ’s true message. (17-12-76)

         Whoever lives on the supernatural communicates it; in this are to be distinguished God’s true children from those who, with an earthly outlook, are only able to communicate the goods of here below. (17-12-76)

         The more we know God, the more will we love Him; but an urgent need will all the more be present in our souls to make Him known and loved, in loving sorrows, because His own neither know Him, nor love Him, nor accept Him. Christ’s living was a mystery of love and pain. (14-2-76)

         Insofar as the Eternal inundates me with His love, I love all men, each and every one, according to the plan of His will regarding me and everyone. (13-1-77)

         I want the Being in what He is, as He is, and for the reason He is so; burning in piercing eagerness for the complete encounter with the eternal possession of Him; but His will, seared with fire in the innermost being of my spirit always with its gaze always set on God, sends me out to seek souls for Him, glory for His unknown love to the overwhelming majority of men. (13-2-77)


“Personal experiences of Church”, spiritual retreat for religious in the Diocesis of Ahmedabad (India), conducted by members of The Work of the Church, and based on the writings and video talks of Mother Trinidad. October 2014.




         I am Church, and, therefore, I love God and I seek all men to fill their souls with true justice and love. (17-12-76)

         Where are God’s children, who are full of love, hope and true charity? “For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain;” but I have to seek them, and, for this, I have to live and not die. (30-10-76)

         Whenever I seek God, I find Him; but I do not find the way of giving to creatures all He gives me for them, asking their response in return. (25-4-75)

Madre Trinidad de la Santa Madre Iglesia,

From the book “Frutos de oración” (Fruits of prayer)