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Lourdes continued
A Portrait of Lourdes by Elle Dunn
Many times they come and go, each face, each bead around and round they go, up the hill and down to the waters, to the
edge. Here in prayer at the end of a song, silent but for the feet that tread a soft chorus of bustle. A rosary of beings,
what do they feel, what do they see? A last act before their time, a first visit of the young, young and old they come and
go, row upon row, to where she stood, to where She came, an angel of light or a flicker of mist, where now the waters flow.
Some believe, some in hope, some in peace, some in turmoil, a twisted mind or crippled feet...
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Footsteps, footsteps, the turn of wheels from
infirmary and sanctuary one after the other a purposeful race. More and more by coach they come, more wheels, more wheels
in the narrow lanes. Where do they go, from whence they came? Each face a story told. Once in a lifetime, young or old, specs
in the mist of time-trod path of old, day after day, year on year, decade by decade.
Here they sit who wait their turn, the waters take. Hear the echo of voices past,
voices present, cries anew. Abstract faith in concrete set.
Lourdes Portrait continued...
Photographs courtesy of Elle Dunn Noble. All Rights Reserved.
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