Fátima ('The Miracle of the Sun') | I Am Not A Tourist I

Fátima (‘The Miracle of the Sun’)

“Hail, Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is within.”

I made my way to Fátima

and her breath was in

the wind.

At first, this place felt foreign,

despite my spiritual skin—

a humble open Christian,

with prayer life setting in.

I didn’t see a miracle,

but felt it my skin,

Francisco and Jacinta

were comfortably my kin.

I spent my time with

Lúcia, three days since

settling in,

while others took their photos

and placed them with their sin.

I didn’t need a miracle

to lead me to my King.

I’d seen him work His wonders

and place me in His wings.

When back at my hotel room

with sunset setting in,

I thought it might be useful,

to pray to Her like Him.

She came in through my nostrils,

I couldn’t yawn or sing.

Half choked me, to bespoke me,

and stayed with me, within.