When Bernadette fell unconscious,
People thought she was in trance,
But when she opened her eyes,
She had lost color in her face.
The asthma attack was so acute,
That made her breathing difficult.
Her condition was miserable.
She was taken to the hospital
Her mother began to curse
The Lady, who was the cause
For her health deterioration,
And this deathlike condition.
“Why the Lady said like this
That she couldn’t promise
In this world, her happiness
Instead of curing her disease? ”
After treatment in the hospital
Her condition was near normal.
She was advised to take rest
In open air, outside the Cachot.
The Dean, with a soft corner,
Kept her under the care
Of the Mother Superior
In a room reserved for her.
Sister Marie Therese here,
Shared the room with her.
She was once her teacher,
Who now advised her.
“You’ve spread a story,
That you saw a Lady,
Who has now shaken,
Not me, but everyone.”
“The whole world may
Believe what you say,
But I don’t believe you,
Because I know you.”
As the sister wasn’t pleased,
There also she was teased.
Only her thought of the Lady
Somehow kept her life easy.
With rest and special food
Her health was improved
In the garden, she stayed
And with other girls played.
In that small rest room
She had full freedom,
And was allowed to go home,
To spend there some time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Neither illness or ridicule shakes Bernadette's faith in her vision of The Lady. Her example should also sustain us hrough many trials. A better world awaits the faithful that is for sure. Warm regards, Sandra