Blessed Imelda Lambertini Poem by Mark Heathcote

Blessed Imelda is no more.
Her heart was twined-
like a sycamore seed
taken on the wind to our sweet Lord.

Blessed Imelda is no-more
she is one, without a doubt, joined- 
the Incorruptible Saints
Hers is a vocation unquestionable forever more.

Blessed Imelda is no-more
She prayed to her beloved Jesus.
And was discovered by nuns returning,  
still in prayer, bent like some whitish hellebore.

Blessed Imelda is no more.
She received her communion.
The Holy Eucharist a year early,
and later was found dead on the floor,  

Blessed Imelda is no more.
Each denied request increased her love.
It was said she died of pure love and joy.
Glass-encased, never to age or mature.