You see my little darling
that the moon and the sun and the stars
all fell at His feet.
The Prime Mover shaken
taken in the flesh of a man.
The statue of the Virgin stepped
off her perch, bowed in genuflection
before proof of the resurrection.
I saw the stone rolled away
and beings brighter than the day
asked me with polite persuasion
to not be afraid and to go tell the world
I’m not sure if it was a beatific vision,
or if I was in the Real Presence
but it was effortless to see
that my soul, it begged to be free
my body longing for it
the Word made flesh, far more
than for you, the petite blonde at my side.