by Ethel Mortenson Davis
They came
to Our Lady of Conquering Love
to light a candle
for a father,
sick now,
in the humble church
in New Mexico.
Fumbling to produce
the right coin,
the travelers
looked in empty pockets
until a stranger,
a man, came to them
with a small coin.
With a flickering light,
under Our Lady of Conquering Love,
the travelers left
the small, humble church
where the Lady
still lives.
fourwindowspress 
What a lovely poem! Happy New year!
Thanks Ina. Ethel
Beautiful poem Ethel.
I hope you received my email wishing Tom well for his surgery tomorrow. And wishing you, yourself well too, for it is not easy witnessing our loved ones suffer as I am aware you know only too well.
Sent with much love and hope for Tom’s full recovery,
Christine x
We did receive your email. Thank you Christine for your love and hope.
Ethel
I wonder about his true identity beneath that humble mask.
Interesting comment, Ben Naga. Ethel
Ethel, I like this poem about how we seek comfort in times of distress and an act of random kindness.
You really do understand this poem. Ethel
A beautifully written poem, Ethel – glad to be reading you again. I hope Thomas is doing well! Thinking of you both, and wishing you a healthful New Year.