Gone Was the Night

I saw the noble kind young girl last night— The Virgin's robe was blue; her dress was Light. “Hail, Mary, full of grace,” I prayed to her; My soul's petition I believe she heard. Though silent she remained, not saying words. My gaze upon the vision was quite strong. The apparition was so clear and strong— The sun seemed one with me; gone was the night. I was struck mute; from my mouth came no words. Around the Virgin shone such dazzling light. My soul believed she wanted to be heard, So I stayed silent to give ear to her. Although to pay attention full to her, I had to put aside that I was strong— For I was weak but wanting to be heard. Before she came, it had been a bleak night. But now I saw her Son the Christ's bright light; He clothed the Virgin Mother with His words. She finally to me spoke some few words. I listened quite intensely then to her. She said, “Let Jesus shine upon you Light. For now you need no longer be so strong. The demons will not torture you at night.” For this I was quite pleased; my prayers were heard. For far too long, I wanted to be heard. I was afraid my prayers were just some words. No longer would I fear the dark of night. My soul was ever so glad it heard her. I was revived; my faith and hope were strong. For I had seen her Son's and Mary's Light. I bathed in wondrous grace and love and light Desire had been fulfilled; I had been heard. As human I had not been truly strong. I had relied on thoughts and deeds and words. Yet now I gave heed to advice from her. She had appeared in my soul's barren night. I saw such Light; I heard such loving words My prayers were heard; I listened unto her. The Virgin was so strong; gone was the night.