February 2, 2010
POWER FROM THE MONKS
Breath from Heaven blows in me
A glimpse of You
Secluded in the desert
You make me a mythic
Sculpture of stones in the rapids
I want to adore your hands
That pray current dawns,
For us decked in polar paths
I have made myself Yours
And I couldn’t be for any other
You are mine,
I kiss your feet.
.
Let us pray for Pope Benedict XVI
St. John Mary Vianney, pray for us
St. Hannibal, pray for us
Send O Lord, holy apostles into Your church.
Rose Flores - Martinez
http://roseprayers.blogspot.com
http://rfvietnamrose09.blogspot.com
http://poemhunter.com
POWER FROM THE MONKS
Breath from Heaven blows in me
A glimpse of You
Secluded in the desert
You make me a mythic
Sculpture of stones in the rapids
I want to adore your hands
That pray current dawns,
For us decked in polar paths
I have made myself Yours
And I couldn’t be for any other
You are mine,
I kiss your feet.
.
Let us pray for Pope Benedict XVI
St. John Mary Vianney, pray for us
St. Hannibal, pray for us
Send O Lord, holy apostles into Your church.
Rose Flores - Martinez
http://roseprayers.blogspot.com
http://rfvietnamrose09.blogspot.com
http://poemhunter.com
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