Saint Patrick's Day
- veradapozzo8
- Mar 18, 2024
- 1 min read
Per grazia ricevuta.
One year ago, on Saint Patrick's Day,
On the threshold of the Morning,
When the Night was dying
And the Dawn wasn't born yet,
I was entering a dark cave
Where scary men glanced at me
With eyes filled with hatred
And I felt I was in danger
For there was no escape;
But You came from nowhere
And gently took my hand,
Making me feel safe and good.
The nightmare was over
And I woke up happy,
Because I knew You were with Me
And I know You'll always be.
To SPM, with all my loyal friendship and eternal gratitude.
(C) Vera da Pozzo, Paris, 17th March 2024
One year ago, I dreamt of you for the first time (at least, the first time I can remember) and it was exactly what I feel since my childhood: your voice and your songs make me feel safe and serene in this insane knockabout world.
I am so glad that you came to my rescue on Saint Patrick's Day last year for two reasons: because Patrick is your middle name and because I deeply love Ireland since ever.
Pictures above: Saint Patrick (Pádraig in gaelic) with the Holy Spirit Dove and the shamrocks. Artwork made by me this year, the day before Saint Patrick's Day.
The lovely little bear holding a shamrock is an artwork by Linzie Hunter.
(C) Vera da Pozzo
(C) Italy is Mine... and It owes Me a Living.
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