The Captured Gaze (Saint Bernadette in Ecstasy, Seeing Our Lady) The camera flash, a sharp and sudden flare, Did not distract the girl, transfixed in prayer. She kneels alone, though lights and people fill the space, A heavenly wonder shone upon her face. The Rosary beads slipped from her loosened hand, Her soul was absent, in a holier land. Her gaze is fixed where no one else can see, On a memory from the chestnut tree. The photographer stole a shadow, cold and faint, A mome