A22 One More Miracle Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

The Mayor of Lourdes,
A man of business,
On the spring, had an eye,
That meant a lot of money.

Within the Municipal limit,
It so happened to exist,
That the state had no claim
In his wishful scheme.

In a day, it gave a hundred
And twenty-two thousand
Liters of mineral water,
That may even go up later.

If the water was bottled
And in the market sold,
It would bring more gold
From all o’er the world.

This plan never he told
Even to his close friend,
Who tested the sample
That was sent in a bottle.

While he dreamt of this plan,
To go rich in the long run,
The Lady had another one,
That opposed his own

To say, that was a bad time
Louise wasn’t at home
When her neighbor’s child
Was almost in death bed.

Croisine Bouhouhorts,
In the absence of Louise,
Did everything possible
But the death was visible.

No other way she could find,
When a flash stuck her mind,
And she ran with the child,
To the spring, at the far end.

She immersed her son,
At the rim of its basin,
When the water, icy-cold,
Almost froze his blood

The people around cried
She was killing her child,
But her faith in the Lady,
Gave her mind no worry.

Instead of facing death
It was totally a rebirth
To her son, who cried
Like a new-born child.

Then she took him home,
And in his bed, laid him
The whole day he slept
Free from convulsive fit.

In his life, as a first act,
Next day, he himself sat,
That was quite impossible,
Without the Lady’s miracle.

The medical fraternity
Thought of a possibility
That the cold hydrotherapy
Had revived him normally.

However, for the people,
It was the first miracle
That occurred in Lourdes,
Breaking the scientific barriers.