| Blesses The Emerald Isle by Leslie Bridges-Kemp �2002 Candelabra of grotesque design, replete with gargoyles and sequins upon a table of simplicity, Illuminates the picturesque scenario of ravens engraved upon azure skies along a path, leading With immediacy to eternity, sweetly to infinity. The dawn bows to a midnight bathed in serenity. Here we encounter in a schizophrenic episode the blest Madonna holy, mutely pleading. Inhale the night-blooming jasmine with purpose and intensity in one deep cleansing breath. Let the waters of purifying potency, cold from the melting of glaciers, fully flood the soul�s Strong tower in a swift righteous moment crucifying the flesh, and denying the power of death. Inherent in all conception is the paradox of pain swiftly alleviated by mercy as birth unfolds. We plant these mustard seeds of faith in fertile ground, cultivating the richness of black loam, Harvesting the first fruits of sufficient grace, and abiding with quiet diligence as the pure child Born in agony and ecstasy on foreign shores journeys loyally across frozen lakes towards home, And the juxtaposition of pain to mercy pauses eloquently in midair and blesses the emerald isle. |
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