Monday, 9 March 2009


Since by the cross she pinned it to her God
Her reverent spirit cherub trumpeted
Flies towards the sacrifice her praises led
From her crossed heart death makes no change to living
Then from the eternal soul erupts a laud
Burst climacteric to the blessing giving.

Taken from my baroque period!

1 comment:

  1. hey David,
    thanks for your lovely comments..

    I do love your little notes.. :-)they give one cause to medidate on quite a few things... :-)


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