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Free the Virgins

3/23/2014

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A world of Queens
To me it seems
God only died for them

For man alone
Is Satan's clone
A purposeless boredom

Her presence is
What’s healing him
Without her he is sin

When she believes
What he receives
Ecstasy grows within

But more than naught
Her heart is caught
In doubts about her love

She cannot see
Her dignity
Because she does not trust

Her purity
Can part the sea
That she is drowning in

Theophany
The sound of she
For Heaven beckoning

Lest men forget
The garden yet
Is past his present reach

Defeat the beast
Release the streets
And set the virgins free

Thank God that sight
What eyes call right
Pales next to Revelation

What limits us
From routes that rough
Death doors to destination

She loves her men
She takes them in
And drain her life they could

This bitter test
Will bless her yet
Her heart beats for priesthood

The rock upsets
The world’s request
To kill the feminine

Since man alone
Can be that stone
Her need inspires him

She is the flock
The Lord bequeath
“Simon, feed my sheep”

Crown of the earth
The home and hearth
Kneeling before his feet

She finds her bliss
The heated kiss
From Eucharistic hands

As growth is art
The time departs
Hearts celibate in bands



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