The Road To Wonder

During vigil, all hushed with velvet night,

mute toys attending; the only time

I felt absolute purity, even as I could not have

understood what that state of being meant.

On bended knees, my face like one all-seeing

eye, earth beneath me fled away, while I was

enrobed in silvery light. And there She was:

the Lady in the night sky, shining down upon me

with a gentle look of serene love; unspoken love poured

into me, but I knew it not with my brain.  A paranormal

ministration, like the blood and water that flowed from

Christ’s side after His death. No merit did I possess,

for that light was, like the Blood from Christ’s side, extra.

Extra mercy, extra grace; itself considered bonus beatific

supply. This memory nourishes me even now as my sad heart

reaches back to mine more grace from the depths of

unknown mercy.

And I am lost in wonder.