The Fragrance of Virtue Rises To the Heavens

The blissful flower landed on the earthly dirt And rooted its seeds on the bosom of mankind. The flower blooms only in fruitful pure heart Which grazes its petals like one hungry hind. Virtues are the atoms of God, the holiest one. The more we attain it, the more we appear near To Him, His being, Virtues and godliness anon As our soul drenches with immortal holy tear. The earthy flower blooms, dies in perched air With a fragrance that melts, melts, melts away. But the fragrant flower of Virtue is always fair, Its fragrance rises towards heavenly stairway.