Chaplains

Nature and Religion - feeders of souls

Thorny is the old wild rose growing in the wilderness

Roughened by years of life’s demon whirlwinds

Scorched day after day in parched aridness

 

          She stands robed in sadness

                 Unscarred by years of peoples’ sins

 Still statue of heavenly saintliness

                            

Beautiful is the old wild rose growing in the wilderness

Delicate and soft are the petals tossed about by wind

Releasing a delight of concentrated fragrance

 

          Silently praying for their forgiveness

                 Virgin Mary grant us your intercession

                      Sacred prayers for absolution ascend

 

Standing in the square of time, so much bitter sweetness

One of nature and one of religion, both be chaplains

Inspiring the soul to remain strong in faithfulness

Author's Note

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