Christian woman

She likes the boats but not the ocean:
Pacific is vast for her sweet devotion.
She needs caring drops of little things
Like Bible quotes that reverent brings.

In dark nights she dreams of sunny days,
Picturing Him as her Sun with holy rays.
In the eyes of Christ she yearns to gaze,
While holding rosary and giving praise.

But Sun is too bright for craving eyes:
It’s when she squats and bitterly cries.
Then she dreams of candle’s flame
When stars are but twinkling game.

& as the night is bright as moonlight,
Heart of Jesus ignites her inner light:
She looks at the sky whispering “Mary”,
Who hands her stars like fruits to carry.


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