Song of Bernadette

 One of my favorite poems is the Song of Bernadette, written by Leonard Cohen.
The poem is about  Saint Bernadette Soubirous,
who, from February to July 1858 in Lourdes, France,
reported 18 visions of the Blessed Virgin Mary.
The poem inspired this painting :

The Song of Bernadette
There was a child named Bernadette
I heard the story long ago
She saw the queen of heaven once
And kept the vision in her soul
No one believed what she had seen
No one believed what she heard
But there were sorrows to be healed
And mercy, mercy in this world

We've been around, we fall, we fly
We mostly fall, we mostly run
And every now and then we try
To mend the damage that we've done
Tonight, tonight I just can't rest
I've got this joy in my breast
To Think that I did not forget that child
That song of Bernadette

So many hearts I find, broke like yours and mine
Torn by what we've done and can't undo
I just want to hold you, won't you let me hold you
Like Bernadette would do
~ Leonard Cohen 

This is my entry to Inspiration Avenue
for this week.