"Ave Maria"
the gentle words
fill my soul
I remember watching the miraculous water
tinkle in the lighted dusk at Lourdes
winding pathways of flame marking the processions
the mothdark softness of the earlyevening
the glimmer of white statue in the
frowning mystery of the grotto.
the sputter of dying candles
and the peace of a new-found faith
gently touched into life
by the even gentler virgin.
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