In just one moment
after gazing into the face
of the Divine Mother,
I realized that the prophets’ heroic
words had not described her
beauty and gentleness, only her power.
My eyes filled with tears of joy, my heart overflowed
with sublime certainty
that there were no limits
to the possibility of her celestial intervention.
The discipline of my patience wore thin at the desire of
stealing one more look at her immaculate self.
She had taken pieces of my heart with her when
she seemed to fly back to her heavenly home.
Was I being selfish about wanting more than one visit?
Time passed and after the euphoria eased, gratitude enveloped me and I gave thanks for the wonderment of my blissful gift.
