I must come back
\nand kiss the stone,
\nthe sentinel above your single grave.
\nBrother and sister
\nwho died together.
\nDo you come here now,
\nto play among the other children
\nin the perpetual summer
\nof St. Augustine?
\nDid you grow up in Heaven
\nand live out your childhoods?
\nAre you man and woman now
\ngoing about the business
\nof your spirits?<\/p>\n
When I found you with Mary,
\ntourists from Ohio,
\ndid you hear me later
\nwhen the bus stopped at the
\ngate of the Shrine of Our Lady of LaLeche,
\nwhen a woman yanked a crying boy
\nfrom his seat to view the holy place,
\nand I was pulled by three intentions.
\nTo remain with my family on the bus,
\nto return to the grave,
\nto help the child.<\/p>\n
I thrust a sucker in the woman\u2019s hand
\nto comfort the boy.
\nI realized later the kiss
\nI wanted to place on your stone
\nwas the sucker.
\nThat the tired boy was
\nthe weariness of the world.
\nWas this scenario designed by Providence?<\/p>\n
Our bus went on.
\nI worried about the boy.
\nI was numb when I looked
\nat the great cross given by the Pope
\nto commemorate the first Mass
\nsaid in the New World.
\nI knew however whatever belief
\nI have,
\nits intention is loving,
\nso the world is wonderful
\nin wonderful ways,
\nand all is well,
\nmy prayers for the children,
\nand looking at spring happen
\nin Ohio.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I must come back and kiss the stone, the sentinel above your single grave. Brother and sister who died together. Do you come here now,…<\/p>\n