Her name

And there she was!

In all her glory she stood. Bright raiment of soft whites and blues.

I had seen her before, but only faintly.

Like a zephyr on a pond – there and gone! Elusive.

Now in my mind’s eye she came into focus. Around her, stillness and peace.

Not passive – rather as though a symphony rang out about her upon silent instruments.

I had called to her and she came.

As she has for eternity; to bind the wounds, heal the hurt and put wrongs to right.

Gentle is her presence, she waits patiently to be called, to be looked upon and adored.

Were it that she was recognised more in the halls of power, called upon in conflict and clung to in the dark places.

For without her there can be no lasting peace.

Her name! Her beautiful name is Justice!

On the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, December 12th 2020