Wake Up Bernadette

Marie and Jeanne carried, Their head load of wood, And came to the same spot, To take back Bernadette. Marie saw her sister, In an unusual posture, And cried, “Oh Bernadette, Wake up Bernadette.” With a rosary in her hand, Bernadette made no sound, But was gazing at the cavern Where appeared none. Her face was too pale, And breath not normal. Mary took her as dead, And visibly she cried. Jeanne, however, said “If she were dead, She’d be lying flat, There’s no doubt.” A few pebbles she threw, Like missiles they flew Of which one hit Bernadette Right o’er her breast. Her entire body, it shook. A deep breath she took. In their anxious look, She came to life back She searched for her lady, But the cavern was empty. It was a unique experience She had in her lady’s presence. Jeanne began to chide her, “How crazy you’re? How, this filthy place, For prayer, you chose? ” On their way back home They crossed the stream. Bernadette felt it warm, And it caused no harm. But the other two felt, Chillness biting their feet. Bernadette mocked at them And said, “Water’s warm.” She must have gone mad What they two concluded. They curiously asked her “What’s the matter? ” “Have you seen anything? ” She replied, “Nothing.” She walked ahead fast. Never like this in her past. Has the lady had given her Any extraordinary power! No more breathlessness! Her face showed stillness! Though curious they were To know the reason from her, She gave them evasive answer, Every time they questioned her. Under an oath, she told them “Don’t say this to Mom, I saw a beautiful lady In that cavern shady.” They didn’t believe her, But was joking at her, “How can that be, You alone could see? ” “Yes, there I did see her. Again I wish to see her.” When she said like this, A shine came in her eyes