1858 Massabielle
The old rocks of Lourdes
Cast their spell
Bernadette Soubirous
Poor sickly child
Sees the mother of the Lord
Who will she tell?
Eventually she told the world
The world came to the place
They are coming still today
From every tribe and race
They touch the rock face with their hands
And silently they pray
This is indeed a holy place
A place where you want to stay
Now a camera brings me there
I can visit every day
I went there forty years ago
With crowds along the way
Yet the Grotto is a one to one
Just you and Bernadette
And the lady who appeared to her
It appears she is there yet
Brian Fahy
8 July 2022
Erris Poetry 