Love Poem: Fatima
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Written by: Jan Oskar Hansen

Fatima

Fatima  

A lady rich, perfumed and dressed splendidly was driven
by her liveried chauffeur to Lisbon when she, at a certain 
point asked her driver to stop; yes the rich also need obeying
bodily functions. Later she looked down into a valley where
three children were guarding sheep two of them were eight
the oldest one eleven, the lady waved her manicured hands
and said something the children didn`t understand   
except the oldest one who told the other two it was Virgin Maria 
who had blessed them and warned them of secrets that could 
only be told to a priest. When the children came home, they said
what they had seen, but the secrets the oldest one told a priest 
and the secrets are still kept in the Vatican.
At the place where the children have seen Virgin Maria, pilgrims 
came the blind, the sick, the lame and the mad looking for a cure,
and today it is a holy site with hotels, shops, and restaurants.
 Pilgrims keep coming, some walk for days to atone for sins they
might commit sometimes in the future, what a wondrous thing,
how irrational truth can be a diamond in the heart of worshipers