Opens a rose bud in toccata refrain,
and on its petals raindrops shape
like tears in happy eyes well up
before they spill their joyous banks.
If remembrance were total,
I'd go insane
because in selective forgetfulness
mercy for me has been dispensed.
Thus let us muse; thus let us breathe
neath heaven's canopy, the mystery -
specks of dust that we are
aglow in its presence, no lesser than the stars.
In the great unfurled fabric of the universe,
amongst zillion of major and minor suns,
qua-zillion times over and still multiplying -
one source of radiance forever for all.
One Truth in Jesus,
His Sacred Heart transmits,
every corner filling,
every soul will reach.
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