October's flower, winter shall devour:
When snow covers the Earth like an ashen hearth.
God's Grace shall appear in that self-same hour,
When the Sun's rays burst to give galvanized birth,
Unto all saplings which joyfully bloom.
For what are we but seeds yet to grow?
Like embryonic monarchs' in cocoon,
Embrace the ever-rising ascent of thy Soul.
And lest the Greed of Man cover us all,
To thine charitable impulses stay true.
Always beckon and give heed to the Lord's call,
It is found within prayer and inside you.
So bow thy head in Solemn Reverence,
And gracefully give tears of Repentance.
Gain humility through the Acceptance,
Of the Lord's Eternal Omnipotence.
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