"Our Lady of the Snow" Print

Under the loving and protective gaze of Our Lady of the Snow As the ball of red thread unwinds in my hand  It flows, like blood It twists and turns, runs and loops Spirals through time to find those who are called  It welcomes, accepts and connects us in love I am looking up at the mountain  That gave birth to my people I am looking up at the Madonna della Neve  sitting in a cave She glows from the summit of Mt. Cervati The sacred mountain of Campania She shines like the radiant Holy Sun,  She sparkles like the stars in the night sky She has always been there. My little mountain village is built into her foothills,  Like a rose quartz jewel set into stone cliffs Overlooking the lush green valley of Diana My orange tile roofed house is a rippling ruffle in her skirt Our cobblestone passageways are the ribbons tied onto her earthen garment that swishes and sways, this way and that. In this place I know I am home. And I know Madonna della Neve has watched over me across millennia,  hel