Monday, April 4, 2011

To Our Lady II

Come, look at the moon, she said
And I awoke and rose out of bed.
"Come to the window."
And she was dressed as dark as the sky
And just like the moon, she was glowing.
Who are you, I asked, yet somehow knew.
(And her face was stern, but when she looked at me her eyes were smiling.)
Do you know me? I asked again--instead of crying.
"The day is close, she said. The moon is rising."
Shall I be safe? I said.
"I cannot promise that" her eyes said gravely loving.