Poetry

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Feminine badge of dignity, bequeathed majestic kindness;
On display, for all to see, how grace appears in a dress.
I write these words in my distress. They fall very short.
A princess is hard to express. Words offend her holy court.
Yet I know she will be gracious, having known the Source of grace.
Her acts will be most efficacious, having seen the holy Face.

I see a sister who knows her place; with that entire she’s been given.
She’s an object of that grace, driven by Love by which she’s driven.
I saw her face as she worshipped the King, exhibiting heart, fearful and lowly.
It was joy that made her sing, grateful for a bloody dowry.
It seems she knows where she belongs; she keeps her state with care.
I know what makes her strong, breathing prayer with holy air.

Our need is met, having met this one so blessed.
Just like her, we're grace-kissed. Beauty is truly ageless.

© 2-2-10

For Louise B.

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