MAID OF LIGHT I washed my face in the mud of faith that turned into a holy spring ever effervescing from pebbles made of light made of light and I saw the Maid of Light who was made of light, heard a voice tell secrets from the secret well and her secrets fell into me, into the secret well within, into the water made of light and one of her secrets this: there are no secrets in me and the well is all there is, the silvery water made of light made of light.
Photo: Sunburst over St. Bernadette’s grotto, Lourdes. Foreground: the river Gave du Pau with a footbridge in the distance. Background: the Basilica. Visitors and crowds can just about be discerned, silhouetted.