It is Midday: a poem

Amiens, France, 2013

San Diego, CA

"It is Midday"

It is midday. I see the church

open. I must enter.

Mother of Jesus Christ, I do

not come to pray.

I have nothing to ask

and nothing to offer.

I come only, Mother, to look at

you.

To look at you, to cry for joy,

to know that I am your son

and that you are there. Only

for a moment while everything 

stops. Midday!

To be yours, Mary in this

place where you are.

Saying nothing, but looking at

you and letting my heart sing

in its own language....

Because it is midday, because

we are here today, because

you are always there, simply

because you are Mary, simply

because you exist, Mother of

Jesus, be thanked.

                                  ~Jean-Pierre Prévost,

                                                                as published in Magnificat, 

                                              February 7, 2015

Cane, France, 2013

Guatemala, 2011

San Alfonso Retreat House, NJ

Rome