At the core of all
This marvelling
Is what's divine met.
You've felt; eye-wet!
Here, for safe-keeping
Garden-enshrined
For that sublime, sweet
Bloom at your feet.
Perfect, Lord. Perfect
All such icons!
Then why not, lady
Turn as worthy
This favourable view
Yourself back on?
Are you not, low-grown
As lofty shown?
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