A PIOUS WOMAN Poem by Nicolás Suescún

Slowly, choked,
She knocks against the walls,
She stops here and there
To catch her breath.



Two blocks take her one hour
From her hovel to the church,
Two hours the way back
From the church to her hovel.



Among paper saints and saints of plaster
She babbles prayers, she practices hope
and the Holy Spirit comforts her,
the Sacred Heart guides her every step,
the Blessed Virgin mediates for her
and even the beautiful Jesus
pays her a visit from time to time.