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?
Copyright © Alice Cortazar | Year Posted 2025
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