From A Lump Of Wet Clay To Sacred Fire
From her sacred heart blooms a flowered essence
anointed in sapience and love ;
Insightful, as the rain from God's parapet
this cloistered soul rings true
only for the Maker's open hand.
Touched by His Grace, he has created
"The Mystic " in her,
from a lump of wet clay to Sacred fire.
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