Sun-Ray Rosary
Wounded bird showed up to the branch,
still—
though the wing was wounded...
it preached its vibrant melody
to give unto the rest,
hearts full of grief.
And so did the sun
seteth itself against the woods,
clipeth its sun-ray rosary
on the verge of the bird's horizon...
And so—
now each preach
was becoming louder,
and each note
now became higher.
With each drop
of the shimmering water—
from the branches,
purified by one's heart—
glorified God on Earth,
as it is in heavens...
revealing
both darkness
and the light
before His marvellous art.
No human
could comprehend,
but only feel—
so they could see
darkness
no more...
An orchestra,
purified by one's love
for his Father's creation.
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