May your face, shine before the Lord
And be protected from lies
From allure, may it shine pure as a star
Yet adamant
Repelling evil and the glint of the gorgeous
And deceiving
May it be a mirroring pond
\Where the trees reflect themselves transparently
In newly sprung green
Where the blue skies rehearse
Their lack of clouds, and roselike grace
May it be a hindrance to the foes
of guilelessness, of high regard
An emblem, of the soul
Of the courage of lions.
mary angela douglas 18 march 2024
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice thoughts. So beautifully inked. Thanks.