He Watches

Looking down, I am pleased to see Youthful pilgrims from St. Joseph’s and Francis of Assisi In this Year of Faith Making a journey toward many a sacred place Mother is happy As they proclaim a decade at each Holy Place Giving Glory to her multi-ethnic face She fills them each with her grace It is glorifying to hear their wonder and awe As they enter each prayer room and chapel, to their knees they fall Complete with Apostles and Saints, each portrayed through time Carved in stone, pieced in mosaic and painted detail, so fine Blessings, I shall provide these Pilgrims worshipping at the Immaculate Shrine Our Lady of LaVang, Saint Tekawitha and Mary Queen of Ireland Grant to them their heavenly presence divine My life in replica at the Franciscan Monastery Of the Holy Land They glare at the cave of my son’s birth Till death, where his cross did stand They Kiss the spot where he lay, before interment to the earth Grateful they are to Father Mark White Carrying them on Spiritual wings Like one of my Angel’s in Flight And worshipping in a new comfort zone Sounds of the Holy Spirit erupt, as they journey home