Angelus Poem by Robert Farrell

Angelus



Whose chasteness shone, as with the whiteness of a dove
and still whose sole ambition was to serve
a handmaid, whose devotion could not swerve,
for calm beheld deep down 'candescent pulsed her love,
a woman who her heart's flesh would not spare
in hope secure, to quicken mercy's care
she bowed her brow for men below to God above.

Friday, February 24, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: devotion
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