The eagle swooped in
Golden and majestic
An omen of some sort
She’d never expected
Followed by
A vision in white
The Virgin Mary, shrouded,
Flashed in and out of sight
What did this all mean?
Why these images had she seen?
And, lo, the following day
Did she manifest the eagle again
And also a painting
Of The Last Supper
That had been the topic of conversation
Previously, in relation to The Upper
It all seemed fantastical
And yet somehow it was true
She knew not what these symbols signified
Or whether she had something to do
Perplexed, she searched
Within herself
As to how to interpret
The occurrences dealt
Unsure right now
But perhaps one day
All would become clear…
Until then, she’d have to wait.
Rachel Rhodes 