I beheld pure eternity in a mystical kiss
From a Catholic chalice from which I took sips
From a Queen who possessed the loveliest lips,
Glowing as a rose, this Lady in blue
Conceiving the Church in suffering and rue,
The very first child of the Church born in pain:
Saint John who witnessed her rise as gems
A universe away from carnal blemish or stain,
Wearing the crown of her graced diadems,
In halls of astonishing bliss beyond speech,
In a kingdom bereft of torment and rain,
For the grace of Christ Jesus, true God within reach!
John Lars Zwerenz
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