Poetry

A Woman Clothed With The Sun

by Maria Franco
05/08/24
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A woman clothed with the sun
Stands in the hot sky.
She is neither singed nor touched
By the scorching flaming rays.

A woman clothed with the sun
The  crescent moon is under her feet
On her head the constellation crown of stars.
Cherubic angels carry her train.
Her light is brighter than the sun.

A woman clothed with the sun
She can make the sun dance in the sky,
Send it spiralling towards the earth
In a hottest miracle that once took place in Fatima.

A woman clothed with the sun
She can make a spring of water gush forth
From the muddy waters at Lourdes.
The clear water now a healing pool for millions to soothe.

A woman clothed with the sun
She can eclipse the blazing sun.
She can arrange red roses in the frosty winter
Gather them in her imaged Tilma,
Thus bring Aztecs to her Son at Guadalupe.

A woman clothed with the sun
Her Immaculate heart is the purest ever
Beautiful in love, soft in empathy.
She wants to save all her children
Bring them to the heart of her Son.

Maria Franco