Ann

With the sudden pang in your abdomen And the onslaught of terror, Did you look around one last time At the familiar keepsakes on the fireplace Or did you avert your gaze? In the frosty darkness of that night As you climbed to that holy shrine With mud colllecting at your ankles, Did the Virgin hail her unexpected visitor or did she avert her eyes? And as you laid there, In your bed of stone And when that moment came at last, Tell me, were you revealed or petrified As you finally held what was always yours? Were you afraid you’d burn - Not like the sages in their holy fire Or were you pierced with peace, Gazing into his evanescent eyes In that still darkness of the night?