Under the Black Madonna
Virgin of the unhewed rock
each prayer a star
a wish
a hope.
I take refuge in the heat of these prayers
I take refuge in your secrets and your strength.
Your crown, an expanse of sky
Your veil of glass
Your child, rough as the foundational stone
Your love,
unfathomable as the prayers you hold.
Lady of soil and magma
fire from earth, purity from darkness.
You hold my prayers as a talisman,
I carry your image as a beacon.