(for vocations)
(for Vocations)
tender breath
yours into the night
my beloved.
Immense and miraculous,
the fullness of you into the night
my beloved.
Our heads in one pillow lay, close,
my beloved
it laces a shroud
a Holy Face that glows,
and love evergreen
like waters that meet.
You are immaculate, my beloved.
Lush, you are, and fierce, my beloved.
A tower leaning to the sky, are your hands.
The Holy Spirit into your heart
Go, my beloved, seized by the cup.
/rosevoc.posted Feb 19th 2021
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