O DEAREST LADY OF LOURDES / by Joseph Castorino

 

As I gently finger the beads of the rosary,

  I touch your warm soft hands,

I gaze into your affable aquamarine eyes,

  And I contemplate your loveliness;

Together our precious prayers mingle,

  And rise up like sweet incense,

Its scent perfumes the halls of Heaven,

  And delights the Lord of Light.