At The Foot Of Sintra,1958 Poem by Joan Noëldechen

For Frank Sinatra and Warren Noeldechen


Playing with the Holy Fire,


he was led to the Holy Shrine of Fatima.


After the pilgrimage of a lifetime,


he cried upon stumbling over the rosary.


He felt unworthy of his newly revealed role


in the Christmas Kitchen.


How can I be worthy?


he asked her.


You are perfection.


Not I, he answered.


Yes. Never doubt, my son.


Let Noel lead you.


Let your music shield you.


Let love be your aim.


Holy mother.


Holy Fatima.


Joan Noëldechen