Our Lady of Folkestone
Yearning for a chaste and pious life.
Courted by a Pagan king
challenged him grow a beam,
his Gods’ fail, so legend says.
While her prayers are all granted.
A monastic calling conferred.
Diverting water to flow uphill.
Resurrecting pilfering geese,
From the bones of servant’s feast.
All these miracles accorded to our saint.
I don’t know why she calls to me?
With my wayward Pagan soul.
Perhaps she just sees another
wild goose sister flying free?
Photo credit Dr Lily Hawker-Yates