As I awaken in the
Dark Night,
The swirling, twirling
Tempest of menacing fear
Violently threatens to
Throttle me.
But brimming with
The Messiah’s magnificent mercy,
Our Lady appears and
Gazes at me with a
Sweet, serene smile
And sparkling aquamarine eyes;
Then, with her soft, rosy lips,
She wonderfully warms my cheek
With a pure, gentle, loving
Kiss.
Suddenly the surging
Tornado of terror
Silently ceases as
The Holy Spirit
Blows in the breeze
And soars through
My soul.