Mont Sainte Odile

Georgia Okeeff

Georgia O’Keeff

Cold water
flows from a rock called
The Source at Mont Sainte Odile
It is, so the story goes, the sacred place
where the saint before being sainted
touched a dry stone with her hand
drew forth the water that gave
a blind man back his sight

They still come
to The Source for healing
Not only the blind & the lame
but the arrogant & the unbelieving
Here they bathe their aching eyes
their distressed hearts Fill their
sundry bottles from the spring
in hope She will heal them

I too taste the spring
[Sweet water for a small faith]
Bathe my sore eyes & mop my brow
Turning, is not the world now brighter?
And is not my weariness also lighter?
For the others Sainte Odile is magic!
For me She is more of a mystery
God’s hand in a silken glove


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Mont Sainte Odile

  1. kiwiskan says:

    and hope can be the biggest miracle…

    Liked by 3 people

  2. this hits too many unspeakable notes for me


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