|The Valponasca window|
What did you do dear Window?
I stood static and remained heavenward
The little girl of Mornese came to me
‘There’, I showed her the abode of the Lord,
The Lord who abides forever in her heart.
She frequented me in all the seasons
Thus for her siblings, she herself a window.
Then, what did you do dear window?
The young and the old often approached
Their childish ways were not reproached
I was open and happily welcoming
The family folk kept coming
Then what did you do dear window?
I watch Mary growing in wisdom
A hard worker and a friend of all
Charity reigns supreme in her
A dream began to shape her.
by Sr. Anne Augustine INK- Bangalore, India.