My Madonna has been with me for some years, I believe she is a cast of a Madonna destroyed in a German Church during World War II. I am  not Catholic, or conventionally religious but the spirit of the Madonna has always touched, a gentle, sorrowful figure, a mother. This Madonna was always in my offices but I have not yet found a place for her in the new farm, and I see her resting on a floor in a corner, in the shadows,  but then the afternoon light touches her, and she seems radiant, her spirit reaches out to me and speaks of hope and faith and acceptance.