A Barefooted Dream
October 5, 2019
Because of our God’s merciful compassion,
the dawn from on high will visit us
to shine on those who live in darkness
and the shadow of death,
to guide our feet into the way of peace.
(Luke 1: 78-79)
Seated comfortably in my dreamland movie theater, with
It's wide viewing screen above and ahead, I find myself
Admiring the image of a majestic stone church. It basks
Quiet, serene under a flawlessly beautiful Autumn sky;
Ripening like wheat out on the Prairie. It's a remarkable
Vista, stretched along an ancient brick paved Plaza.
Calling to mind, half remembered history lessons about
Spain, the New World and bold, daring Conquistadors.
Suddenly, a man rushes toward me from the plaza. His
face, neck, arms, naturally tanned. His jet-black hair,
Mustache and tiny beard neatly trimmed. Resembling
For all the world, a courtly Spanish painter named Diego
Velázquez, or possibly one of those Conquistadors that
sprang to mind just a moment ago. He is soaked
completely, from head to foot. Anointed in oil,
Grinning from ear-to-ear, rippling with excitement, he
Chatters away en Español. Scampering back and forth
Along the cobblestones. Hopping about like a child.
Repeating the same things again and again, and as if
Swearing an Oath, stamps his foot on the Pavement.
“Virgen! Descalzos!” Because this is a dream, I
Naturally comprehend the whole meaning of these
Profound declarations. An encounter with the barefooted
Virgin – renowned in this church for both favour and
Flower – transformed him into this flurry of childlike
Exuberance; melting away any armor he once might
Have worn. Then, making a sweeping and gallant
Gesture, motions for me to join him. How can I refuse
Such an invitation? I need only step forward, and take
Hold of his hand to share in his irrepressible benediction.
Written by Hannah De Lisser