A MEMORY OF LOURDES
We travelled by sea, we travelled by train
All night in the darkness and sometimes in the rain,
Everyone pilgrims some well and some sick
But one without faith would be so hard to pick.
The holy town of Lourdes was our final destination
So it was with joy and hope on arrival at our station,
Some went to hotels some hospital to stay
There were buses and ambulance to show us the way.
Our beds were ready so clean and inviting
Thoughts of our week ahead were simply so exciting.
We tried to rest our weary bones after such a journey long
But through the open windows came St Bernadette’s sweet song.
The weather was hot with sometimes a shower
But this didn’t daunt us to savour each hour,
Processions and services we all did attend
All with our helpers, with caring hands to lend.
Some of our helpers were young and not so young
All of them angels their praises to be sung.
Their patience and their fortitude remained throughout the week
And never any thought of thanks did any of them seek.
We were but one big family all with a single thought
To gain some hope and guidance that all of us had sought,
While visiting the Grotto we saw the crutches hanging there
Where miracles had happened, we could but sit and stare.
We visited the baths where the healing waters were
Submerged but for a second and out with not a stir,
There was no need for towels to wipe our bodies dry
And to describe the feeling would be very hard to try.
On arrival back to Sussex we said our fond farewells,
And somewhere in the distance we could almost hear the bells.
The bells of St Bernadette by now some miles away
They seemed to say come back to us, I’m sure we will one day.
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