The silver moonlight bathes the desert crest,
Where Cerro de la Virgen greets the night,
A silent watcher waking from her rest,
To paint the rocky landscape in her light.
She lifts her right hand in the glowing air,
To point toward a Celtic cross of wood,
A monument of faith left standing there,
To symbolize a timeless brotherhood.
Her other hand extends across the sand,
To Arizona’s Mexican frontier,
Uniting two sides of a fractured land,
And making every distant shadow clear.
A mother's grace beneath the moon above,
Embracing both sides of the line with love.
Cerrode la Virgin Bajo la Luna
Our Lady of the Sierras, Hereford