Sainted Ladies

  Upon dawning quiet dreams

St Therese speaks to thee:

“Wrapped in the Lamb’s woolly robes,

flowers dressed from warrior worlds

rest asound the triple heavens,

as iron enemies cower in hell.”

St Therese speaks to thee.

 

Upon sleepy thymey dreams

St Lucy speaks to thee:

“Neath nights waxen light,

jewelled hands fashion the tears

of a sweet and terrible vengeance

to brooch a cruel mans eyes.”

St Lucy speaks to thee.

 

Upon waking sleeping and dreaming

St Mary speaks to thee:

“Soldier, priest and scientist,

you’d best beware your past.

This last is in the future.

Now spells like stones are cast.”

St Mary speaks to thee.

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