Agnes of God

Although the echo
of a long and distant
sigh both came
and then, it went
again ..
Much like a much
loved scent
might pass one by ..
For a while
at least, it lingered
fragrant ..
Today though, it is
well and truly spent
and all but gone ..
Much like the
footprints, he once
left there, for her
to find on water ..
And thereupon,
she followed on
behind him ..
Just like some
disciple might or
young and faithful
bride, or daughter ..
Always at least
two steps behind
mind and blindly ..
Through fear
of being last in line,
or getting lost
somewhere in that
splendid
golden dust
of the wake they
each created ..
But then, a poison
made her body swell
and tho’ she later
did confess to having
once been
breached no less ..
She was still pure in
heart at least ..
If not intact, or yet
indeed, still perfect ..
Still, the child
she later bore alone
and in great secret
was conceived no less,
along the self-same
route they took ..
And some now say,
from such a
passion, not since
replicated ..
Sadly tho’ said child,
did die and Agnes too
in heavy chains ..
Yet still, upon her
very own deathbed ..
She did also cry ..
Jesus, I do still love you ..