The Scent Of Salvation Poem by rose flores rosevoc2
Perfumed his feet, mint cherry bits
Musk billowed, deep ocean fleet
White linen pillows of his hair
Earth’s smoke and fire sun, oh, so rare
Nailed hands to life, air goes to flee
Sweet grace and mercy to earth be
Needs and wants, they’re satisfied
Complete in 14 stations by.
The garden throbs with joy, anew
Rose petal, leaves and honey dew
Bouquet of rainbow, jelly melts
In Eucharist, gold blossoms felt.
Virgin falls, stream of wine, so clear
White wafer bread, a dearly gear
Light bubbly fogs of wood, a whiff
Spiking fountain, a sacred cliff
Angel’s touch turns flowers, hope.
‘John Paul, we pray, ‘ pleads dearest Pope.
You and me, together free,
All nations free! God’s Kingdom be!
Together, we, breathe scent and smell
In God’s blue cross, the flames will tell
Holy workers and priests be sent
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