The Rose Petals- A Dream - Poem by Maia Padua
From the pages of my yesterday's dreams.
Myself, alone, sitting
on big rocks in between of the wide flowing stream
My eyes savoring the beauty of nature
Nature free from touch of men
As the virgin forest nearby swaying with glee
My face feeling the gentle breeze' caress
Savoring its calmness, every bit of tranquility.
Deep in thoughts
A lady in brown appeared to me
With a bundle of roses in her hand
she handed to me and spoke gently
The roses can cure sickness, gives happiness
Soak it with water, in nine days she says.
I never know her name
but I felt I would meet her someday
Leaving me, dumbfounded
Looking at her footstep as she left me
Until a gentle hand touch me, wake me up
Time to go to church, witness the unveiling
Of our Parish newly chosen Patron Saint
With my dream fresh in mind, I smile
As they slowly unveiled the lady statue
Happiness and surprise painted on my face
A lady in brown, with bundle of rose in her hand
Standing in front of me, who is she?
With the leaflets in my hands the answer I found
St. Rita of Cascia, the Saint appeared in my dream
Her rose petals I can't deny, soaking it with water
I did try
Appearing in my dream before I met her
I don't know why.
(This is one of my dreams, in poetry I want to share. A dream I cant forget)
Sta. Rita de Cascia (Umbria) , Italy
Saint of the Impossible, Her day, May 22, in the month of Mary
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