A sense of the sacred

permeates these grounds

where El Santo Niño de Atocha walks

 

A sense of the truly holy

infuses the wind in the air,

the leaves in the wind

& that holy wind breathes itself into

You,

the traveler here in search

of a miracle

 

A soft and single

splash of water kisses your praying hands,

then sparkles down

into the healing, blesséd earth

that gives beneath your resting knees

and you realize

you are in the middle of a shining, gentle rain

 

Your heart and mind stretch heavenward

and deep into your soul

as you continue your prayer,

kneeling, as you are,

on this holy, sacred land

 

Then a clean, clear drift

of shimmering, silent snow

brushes your face, your

heart, your mind and soul

with a singular grace and beauty

 

And you gaze dreamily up in wonder,

with strong and joyful tears

of truth and comprehension

baptizing your uplifted, enraptured face

 

 As you know, and as you feel

throughout your entire being,

that you are healed,

forgiven,

and ever, forever belovéd

 

(c) April 2006

RG Hudson

 

Thank you for this beautiful poem Rebecca.

I have read and seen much of this area,
but have never been there.
One day, Perhaps.

Robert

Thank YOU, Robert, for your kind, encouraging words. I had the honor and privilege to write the 2006-2007 Española Valley Visitors' Guide, and this poem is in that guide, along with the full history of El Santuario.  If you are interested, please go to the forum New Angels of Adland, the full history is there on one of my posts.

So, since this site requires poetry, here's another...

A Sonnet For All Seasons

Brother stretches hand to radiant moon

Fortune’s dark son journeys nighttime, unknown

The molten Grail’s adrift on sandy dunes

On stardust armored feet he stands alone

 

Reaching out with graceful porcelain hands

His Sister, wind, is singing holy sounds 

She calls his secret name through blowing sands

The seasons change from green, to red to brown

 

Bare nature clatters, lonely, in the wind

The early dark impoverished fires bring

Beneath, rise naked spirits who have sinned

While seeking light, apart, souls thwarted sing

 

No matter—spring’s quest successful or failed

There shines in your eyes my love’s Holy Grail

(c) 2006