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Our Lady

by Brian Francis


Oh Lady, beautiful Lady,
To our land, you came so adorned.
The message you brought
Still rings in our hearts;
As it will forevermore.

It was a peasant you chose
To carry your words
To the world that it might hear,
Of the truth, you spoke of peace and love
And your desire to live so near.

He did as you asked
He followed your wish,
Yet, at first, he was turned away.
He came to you and guidance you gave
He went back the very next day.

To the leaders, he went
Bearing your truth.
He left rejected again once more.
Told to return with some heavenly proof
He waited again at your door.

It was, flowers, you gave
As proof, you were here,
He carried them close to his heart.
And as he approached the bishop so near
His mantle he allowed to part.

The flowers they fell,
Your image appeared,
The bishop fell to his knees.
The others there stood also amazed,
Their need for some proof was appeased

12/22/2007

Posted on 12/22/2007
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/23/07 at 05:47 AM

Brian, I'm not sure if this refers to the Madonna, but I am lulled into a sense of comfort and security by the image you've created with your words. It's incredibly beautiful and sensitive.
~Chelle~

Posted by JD Clay on 12/24/07 at 05:03 PM

Hark the herald, Brian! This is a wonderful composition. It shows great attention to detail with a message strong and clear, just as it was then I suppose.

Posted by Quinn Vokes on 12/05/09 at 04:16 AM

I am drawn to the flow of this, the sort of poem that spoken words would really do justice. I can see and feel the magic as well. Really, a beautiful piece. - Quinn

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