The Lady of La Salette

My Lady wept. High upon the arid, windswept slope Those crystal raindrops fell: and deep in earth A healing spring awoke, arose.

My Lady wept. Above my spirit's burned September hillside Laden, gold-edged thunderclouds were driven By the damp and gusty March.

My Lady wept. The star-blue windows of the heavens opened: Glory streaming swept my firmament 'til I was drowned, and Love was born.

My Lady smiled! My feet were set upon a narrow pathway Crossing worlds of worlds to find Love's Center; I shall not return as I.