It all started with a small miracle of my own....
"On May 27th, 2021, I was praying before the Saint Josef statue you see in the image at the Divine Mercy Garden. This was when I saw a lady trying to lift a white Lily from the pit and place it back near the statue, apparently her offering had fallen in the pit because of the wind. Since I was a bit taller I lifted and placed the white Lily vertically at the feet of the statute.
On May 28th, when I returned to the Statute despite a windy night and the thin stem, the flower had not changed its position. At the same time the lady I had met the previous day saw the same, and said a small blessing over me. I could not be happier" [The image was clicked on May 28th]
On May 29th evening; I was on terrace discerning about my future, and this one image constantly kept coming in my mind. I began to wonder what it meant to my life? What was it trying to tell me? From what I understood at that moment, I wrote this poem.
Oh, sweet Lily at Saint Joseph's feet.
You who are purest white,
You who are the brightest light in the darkest night,
Oh, sweet Lily at Saint Joseph's feet.
You who are veiled in grace,
You never failed to dance gracefully with every stroke
of breeze,
Oh, sweet Lily at Saint Joseph's feet.
Bowing your head, inclining your heart towards him,
Yet with your fragrance you draw everyone close to
him.
Oh, sweet Lily at Saint Joseph's feet.
-
Prajval Albuquerque
