The Rose Petals- A Dream

From the pages of my yesterday's dreams. IV The roses.. May 21 Myself, alone, sitting on big rocks in between of the wide flowing stream My eyes savoring the beauty of nature Nature free from touch of men As the virgin forest nearby swaying with glee My face feeling the gentle breeze' caress Savoring its calmness, every bit of tranquility. Deep in thoughts A lady in brown appeared to me With a bundle of roses in her hand she handed to me and spoke gently The roses can cure sickness, gives happiness Soak it with water, in nine days she says. I never know her name but I felt I would meet her someday Leaving me, dumbfounded Looking at her footstep as she left me Until a gentle hand touch me, wake me up Time to go to church, witness the unveiling Of our Parish newly chosen Patron Saint With my dream fresh in mind, I smile As they slowly unveiled the lady statue Happiness and surprise painted on my face A lady in brown, with bundle of rose in her hand Standing in front of me, who is she? With the leaflets in my hands the answer I found St. Rita of Cascia, the Saint appeared in my dream Her rose petals I can't deny, soaking it with water I did try Appearing in my dream before I met her I don't know why. (This is one of my dreams, in poetry I want to share. A dream I cant forget) Sta. Rita de Cascia (Umbria) , Italy Saint of the Impossible, Her day, May 22, in the month of Mary