in 1901 two female professors travelled to France
While they visited Palace of Versailles an amazing vision appeared
it was Marie Antoinette, in the garden, patiently sketching
She was wearing her 1780 attire, did not notice them at all
She disappeared when their tour guide approached
Both women were well-respected, not the kind to hallucinate
Their names were Anne Moberly and Eleanor Jourdain
They both wrote a book about the experience
Had they time-travelled or had Marie time-traveled
or had they all three time-traveled? A mystery indeed.
Wind over my wings lifting my soul
Like huge ballasts of friendship
Buoying my wounded spirit keeps me
Afloat, through rough seas buffeting.
Faith tells me we shall soar above
Like foamy surf crossing the breaker,
Washing upon distant shore with ease
Like a sailor keeping eyes on his Maker,
I shall bathe in God’s everlasting love
When the rocks constantly pummeling
Turn my innermost thoughts to Thee,
And then I experience the divine kinship
Which makes me whole.
written October 1, 2021,
[upon hearing the news that my dear
friend Richard Moberly is nearing the end]
in my reverse style, abcdefgfedcba.