Lourdes
Bernadette prayed,
wore straw knee pads
and
built a cathedral incarnate.
Remains of the glorified were
sun baked shingles upon her roof.
Beaded mercy chips
and
pieces of blessed palms
sewn by dainty hands;
her mausoleum.
Visionary lass -
the divine enchantress
taught you to devour
a million agonies
and
digest the callous sins
of modern day charlatans -
who foolishly attributed
your pious actions
to
telltale symptoms of
manic depression.
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