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

without evasion.

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.