Fatima, Medjugorje


When Mary appears,

The sky dances


Circles of light and faith

Are made


First for children


There are those who

Doubt, which doesn’t

Matter (though the

Doubters matter)


God loves them, and

Maybe God’s mother will

Visit them sometime


And if you don’t believe

I love you, still


Maybe we’ll all gather

At Guadalupe where

Grown-ups can see

Her, if innocent enough


Though I’m never sure

If that means me