FESTIVAL (2)

FESTIVAL (2)

I am a  wistful troubadour

beneath high heaven’s wall,

watching for my Lady

till from her casement tall,

like a shaft of sunlight,

she lets her fair glance fall.

I am an eager troubadour

beside high heaven’s gate,

listening for her footfall,

happy just to wait

my Lady’s radiant presence,

come she soon or late.

I am a joyous troubadour

before the Ivory Tower,

lost in my Lady’s beauty,

dreaming my Lady’s power,

until the lilied silence

breaks at her feet – a flower.

Sister M Philip CSC

In: Robert.  1944