Memories of the church in the Jubilee year I had visited.
The Roman summer’s suffocating heat.
But duty done, the Holy doors of all four great basilicas entered.
Grateful for the cool after the hot street.

It was August, We did not know of its name as Our Lady of the Snows.
During the Consulate of Liberus on the 5th August snow fell.
The wish of the Roman patrician John for an heir granted , we suppose.
Whether the legend is true or false we cannot tell.

But we remember those words, you have great faith.
Let your wish be granted.
We all search for one thing that escapes like a wraith.
Let’s just rejoice that John’s wish was obtained.

But we pilgrims and tourists just wander, gawp, and gawk.
Another piece of Roman architecture done and we carry on our walk.