Wholly Holy Poem by Antonio Liao

oh dream of sacred passion,
lashes the tears of wisdom and bring the
laughing end to reach the guiding
star of an incense moment

believe the shadow of the light,
fly like hero of every wind, for nothing
left than a crystal drops of mercy in
the heaven guest

open the master's heart with empty
blues, the heaven best
wait the glad
tiding hour in the lasting end; a touching
last of feast, where the glory of
everlasting crown nestle in an endless
Faith