To the pure, all things are pure, but to those who are corrupted and do not believe, nothing is pure.
~ The Epistle of Saint Paul to Titus 1:15 (NABRE)
The gem of Christ illumined dawn,
whose every day obeyed His love,
whose prose arose, the highest swan,
horizon-long in flight of love,
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Sublime as night that orbits Sun,
she holds the earth in cosmic love,
attracting to the Living One
the souls who search this life for love,
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Her vessel sails the dark in hope,
an ark to sate the world with love,
she steers a course as slim as rope,
a strait to God’s utopian love,
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We scourge our slave, our planet’s awe,
our world of wonder dies for love,
And robot markets stretch the jaw
of profit margins blind to love,
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Our Lady would for every soul,
but those who choose the self to love
are those denying Life is whole,
are those defying Life and love,
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The poor, the helpless, we can save,
The only famine cries for love,
Divine—to share the glut we crave,
whose hunger drives our lives from love,
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Unfailing Mother comes for all
and won’t destroy her gift of love,
There is no soul that does not fall,
no soul she would not lift to love.