Fatima
Bent on reprisal sword in hand
Gonzalo and friends paddle ahead
To Alcácer Do Sal where Christians
By Moors are held
Concealed by dusk
Disembarking their boat
Toward the city bravely walk
Hiding from view they observe
Moorish girls and men sport around
Dancing on the grass for Bairam fest
Dazzling among companions
Sweet loveliness beyond compare
Charming in lightness and glamour
Captured by her smile Gonzalo
Maddened with love
Rushing into the crowd snatches her, loses her
Snatches her again from the belligerent crowd
Flattered by his valorous effort
Falls in his arms tight the girl enamored
Burning with love they run
Having escaped she converts
Joining body and soul in married joy
Not meant to last
Much too much happiness
For one heart to hold
Princess bids farewell to the world.
A monk now Gonzalo
Her image in heart of his heart
Reflected in the beauty all around
Sweetness of her fragrance in the flowers
Her gaiety in all playful seek and hide
And in the bell ringing prayer
Her name Fatima
Bridge between warring sides.
Fatima by Gonzalo named is where Mary
Preceded by The Angel of Peace,
Chose to appear to three children
Lucia, Francisco and Jacinta
With signs and wonders
And the sun dancing in the sky
Witnessed by thousands
Warning of the abode of the damned
Where souls that nobody prays for
Or sacrifice for end
With a promise of peace and a request
To pray the rosary, convert, make amends
Consecrate Russia and all wars will end
Or nations will vanish from the earth.
When you hear peace sweet deceit
It’s world war three drum beat
Bent by suffering to its knees
A remnant will beg God for peace
The peace that through Mary God will give.
Copyright © Frances Schiavina | Year Posted 2020
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