The Beatific Queen Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

The Beatific Queen



THE BEATIFIC QUEEN

IN EVERY SEASON, ON EVERY DAY,
MAY EACH AND EVERY SOUL
SING YOUR PRAISES, O MARY! -
AND BE SUCCORED AT YOUR BREAST, FREE FROM ALL STRIFE.
QUEEN OF ALL ARTISTS, ALL PRAYERS, ALL SONG:
THOU ART THE MAJESTIC LADY OF A CLOUDLESS LIFE;
A MOST RAVISHING MAID, NAUGHT BUT LOVE ALL ALONG.
MISTRESS OF EVERY SANCTIFIED BLISS,
YOU SHALL CONQUER ALL HEARTS, GRACING ALL BY YOUR KISS -
AND ALL OF CREATION SHALL GLORY IN THIS!

JOHN LARS ZWERENZ

'Audi, fili, et accipe consilium intellectus, et ne abjicias consilia mea.'

AVE MARIA, GRACIA PLENA

The Beatific Queen
Friday, August 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: religious,verse
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John Lars Zwerenz

John Lars Zwerenz

NEW YORK CITY, U.S.A.
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