Medugorje Poem by Matt Mooney

In Bosnia-Herzegovina breathe in the beauty
And the air of a soft golden morning in June;
Hear the cocks crow in the village of pilgrims:
They herald, in chorus, the Medjugorjian dawn.

I heard Vicka the visionary of the Virgin Mary
Speaking with joy and then praying for peace;
Outside her house she told us her great story
As the warm rain on our Bosnian brollies fell.

I heard Jacov speak of Her beauty so calmly
'To be able to paint Her it could not be done',
'Her heavenly eyes are best described blest'
'Her voice is a melody' so admiringly he said.

Sweet scent of roses at the evening Rosary,
At Her apparition time five minutes of silence:
The Croatian hymns fervent and constant,
The sun going down like a gold monstrance.

In hidden places hear crickets sing in unism,
High up a full moon behind the White Cross;
Peace to us all- the dear wish of Our Mother:
Her message from Medugorje so often given.