Margaret V. Hunsinger Poems

In God's Creation our world's are stages.
Awake my soul see the people dancing,
Celestial angels write star-lit pages,
Hypostatic union blest rejoicing.
...

Blind eyes see no distance,
Blessed is the lion hearted;
Conquering all the forest.
MASSES!
...

That rush of Love that I have found,
Came from a pink rose fallen to the ground.
I picked it up and it turned blood red;
My hands, my feet, and my side they bled.
...