Our Lady
(12 December, the Solemnity of Guadalupe)
The roses fell
Into his cloak made
Of rough cloth
He took the flowers
To the priest who
Wanted proof before
Believing him
And in the lady
Man of Aztec culture
And holy woman
So hard to believe
Might all our miracles
And visitations
Go over so easily
For fleshly saints
And innocents
C L Couch
Fatima, Medjugorje
When Mary appears,
The sky dances
Circles of light and faith
Are made
First for children
There are those who
Doubt, which doesn’t
Matter (though the
Doubters matter)
God loves them, and
Maybe God’s mother will
Visit them sometime
And if you don’t believe
I love you, still
Maybe we’ll all gather
At Guadalupe where
Grown-ups can see
Her, if innocent enough
Though I’m never sure
If that means me
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