9.11.2024
The flowers that she brings each day Are silent offerings of soul And the way she learns to pray. For after all, what is the goal But eternal homage to the Lord And a surrender from within. Consciously without a word, Silent as the sea she'll win The battle over mind and fate. Already I know her inner state Is beauty, love and gentleness. All this before her, I confess.
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