Ne Respicias Peccata Nostra

Catholic Poetry

Ne Respicias Peccata Nostra
I look on the days
of your spring blossoms
when my dawn,
lighting the dew
dripping off your leaves,
warms you to open
and the fragrance
you pour forth
draws my view
when I drink in
the dear, sweet delight
of all you offer.
Never will your thorns,
about you all the year,
be more to me
than those days
when your fragrance
draws my gaze,
calling me close
as you open to me,
so I may know you
so much more.

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