From the pages of my yesterday's dreams. <br /> <br />IV <br />The roses.. <br />May 21 <br /> <br />Myself, alone, sitting <br />on big rocks in between of the wide flowing stream <br />My eyes savoring the beauty of nature <br />Nature free from touch of men <br />As the virgin forest nearby swaying with glee <br />My face feeling the gentle breeze' caress <br />Savoring its calmness, every bit of tranquility. <br /> <br />Deep in thoughts <br />A lady in brown appeared to me <br />With a bundle of roses in her hand <br />she handed to me and spoke gently <br />The roses can cure sickness, gives happiness <br />Soak it with water, in nine days she says. <br />I never know her name <br />but I felt I would meet her someday <br /> <br />Leaving me, dumbfounded <br />Looking at her footstep as she left me <br />Until a gentle hand touch me, wake me up <br />Time to go to church, witness the unveiling <br />Of our Parish newly chosen Patron Saint <br />With my dream fresh in mind, I smile <br />As they slowly unveiled the lady statue <br />Happiness and surprise painted on my face <br />A lady in brown, with bundle of rose in her hand <br />Standing in front of me, who is she? <br /> <br />With the leaflets in my hands the answer I found <br />St. Rita of Cascia, the Saint appeared in my dream <br />Her rose petals I can't deny, soaking it with water <br />I did try <br />Appearing in my dream before I met her <br />I don't know why. <br /> <br /> <br />(This is one of my dreams, in poetry I want to share. A dream I cant forget) <br />Sta. Rita de Cascia (Umbria) , Italy <br />Saint of the Impossible, Her day, May 22, in the month of Mary<br /><br />Maia Padua<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-petals-a-dream/
