Category: Poetic Pen: Poems
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Subterranean Streams
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I am a myrtle tree planted by this River I grow branches and blossoms teeming with Life I once was lost but now I’m found I once was parched but now I’m quenched Let him who thirsts come Come near to my branches and hear my mystery. . .
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The Heart Altar and the Sacrifice
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Lo, the Lord enters swiftly and silently into the Holy of Holies—the consecrated altar of the heart, the altar of flesh and not of stone. Behold, the Master enters, with fire in His eyes—the fire of jealous love.
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Lily of the Trinity
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Holy Mary, Holy Mother Your entreaties are as spring blossoms The stems of which shoot up from the earth The corollas of which flutter before the throne Of your Precious Son Ever-enduring Never-dying Always heeded