A Cry of Love
She wore a gown of every shade
even daisies in the fields could not compare
to the eggshell-ivory-white, vanilla hues
of her, nor the bright intense yellows of her shine!
She was a gravitationally bound star,
even the moon unmatchable to her rare beauty
was beyond compare to her eccentric shades of navy,
royal sapphires and Mayan blues !
Unparalleled to any other star, on a cold December night
she watched her Savior Babe lay dormant, at the feet of her
Un-comparable as gold, frankincense and Myrrh,
unequaled as Archaic Angels of God's Kingdom girth,
a transcendent helium gown of Romanesque beauty flared
and arrived that day.
Spreading argent silver gowns of light and shining like
a thousand twinkling lights, the world was never the same again
after that first Holy Cry, of Love.
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