The Cachot became a center
For the people to gather
And talk on the last event
What really it meant? ”
Some said, “All these days,
We followed her ways,
But now she fooled us.
Why should she do this? ”
“Louise, have courage.
This is the first stage.
Mad she has become.
Take her to an asylum.”
Francois then told them
“Don’t crowd this room.
For God’s sake, go home.
To solve, it’s our problem.”
He thought, “My daughter
Even for fun, told a lie never.
Surely, she must have seen
The Lady in that cavern.”
Bernadette, on her part,
Always remained quiet.
She never bothered
For what others said.
Her experience was so real.
That in no way, to those people,
She was bound to explain
Or convince them again.
A former stonemason,
Bouriette lost his vision
In his right eye partially,
Thus affecting him materially.
Something struck his mind,
From that spring to find
Some moist earth to apply
O’er his defective right eye.
From there, he got the mud.
The same when he applied,
Water from the mud dripped
And his sight got restored.
He rushed to the doctor,
And reported this matter,
Stating it was a miracle.
The doctor ignored it as a ridicule.
What a wonderful account of the first miracle performed at Lourdes. Your story of Bernadette is so readable. It is a gift to be able to appeal to both young and old readers. My mother of 91 joins me in giving you a ten tonight. She loves the book, Rajaram. Your poetess friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He rushed to the doctor, And reported this matter, Stating it was a miracle. The doctor ignored it as a ridicule. science always ridicule and never trust but it is faith that conts....very good poem read mine...what is worrying and i heard...mind does.....