A flower,
a flower of wondrous beauty,
A blossoming fig tree that once withered,
A tiny sprout of faith,
Has sprouted to gaze and drink in the beauty.
Death will bow down, Be born of, remember,
We are called to free will,
The Vita, the Wisdom, the Sun.
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with rewards and heavenly rewards to be compared.
To be
united with the Spirit in this,
the greatest of all
possible blessings.
Death will
bow down before love,
remember we are
called to free will.
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