Hooded friars, five knots on white rope
Join pious pilgrims dead on their feet.
Their souls yearn for renewal of hope,
Near T’si Mayoh, in a hallowed retreat.
Tewa elders remember the sacred waters,
Where modest adobe belfries now stand.
Earth Mother shared her healing powers,
Restored body and soul with gentle hand.
Ghosts of the Summer and Winter People
Still roam pastures, climb the sandstone hill.
Penitentes brought bible and adobe steeple,
Flagellation entreated God’s favor, good will.
El Santuario de Chimayó mysteries endure
On whispers of miracles embraced by her soil,
Released by prayers raised to their Savior
By humble hearts weary of suffering and toil.
- © Ilija Lukić 2013 -