SPRING AT LOURDES

SPRING AT LOURDES

In the clefts of the rock the dove,

in the hollows of the wall *

the beautiful one, my love,

comely, slender and tall.

The flowers at last in our land -

sandalling slim white feet,

the voice of the turtle, and

a voice that is strange and sweet.

Here let the heart abide,

for winter is over and done

where heaven is opened wide

on a woman clothed with the sun.**

Sister M St Virginia BVM

America. 18 March 1944

Used with permission

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* Solomon: Canticle of Canticles 11:14

** Apocalypse X11:1