rosalinda flores martinez


Power From The Monks - Poem by rosalinda flores martinez

Breath from Heaven blows in me

A glimpse of You

Secluded in the desert



You make me a mythic

Sculpture of stones in the rapids


I want to adore your hands

That pray current dawns,

For us decked in polar paths


I have made myself Yours

And I couldn’t be for any other

You are mine,

I kiss your feet.

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Let us pray for Pope Benedict XVI

St. John Mary Vianney, pray for us

St. Hannibal, pray for us

Send O Lord, holy apostles into Your church.

Rose Flores - Martinez
02.02.2010
http: //roseprayers.blogspot.com

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 3, 2010


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