Beloved

 

Amidst delirium and pain, then grief

Stormed a spirit trailing Life afterglow.

She, an emissary? An answer? A thief!

Accomplice to mine Usurper of woe!

Am I among the vicious and helpless?

Praise Thee, O Father, for her to my aid.

How clear my crown anything but selfless;

How clear her love evidence of Thy Braid!

Beneath the beauty of her encasement

Bursts sovereign flames of Thine endless glow;

Reaching the wretched with graced amazement.

Within her, without her Thy will, my tow.

O Jesus in her eyes, two haloed stars,

Consume my evil thirsts and seal my scars.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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