Discalced Carmelite Friars

Semi Province of St. Therese

A Barefooted Dream

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
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