Such A Needful Reminder
I saw an angel today. She was no ordinary angel this young woman:
wheelchair bound - being pushed by an older women I took to be her
mother - sitting quite still in an awkward pose, her barely fleshed
bones only lightly covered by white flowing clothes which the warm
soft wind of Summer billowed just ever so slightly. Her unmoving
face, her deep-set eyes, seemed in that moment of my passing so
sadly-gentle there was no way for me to stop the unexpected tears.
So I embarrassed turned away there where so many sea-seekers
But what could should I have done, one holiday stranger to two
others? Something other perhaps than that unbidden momentary
recollection: there (Summum Silentium) after Compline forty years
before kneeling on the stone floor of the Chapel giving inner voice
to a needful prayer:
Salve, Regina, Mater misericordiæ,
So yet again I am humbled by mistakes, riven with such a known
unknowing that I feel again the infortunity of life and the need for
my many expiative years: I am no one to explain so little to any
since there seems to be only intimations that sometimes may presence
like that angel.
vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra, salve.
Ad te clamamus exsules filii Hevæ,
Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes
in hac lacrimarum valle.