The world in its finery,
a kingdom of meadows
for the flowers of Solomon—
mere illusion for the wider field
where eternity tills the soil
and the soul wraps its roots around God.
a kingdom of meadows
for the flowers of Solomon—
mere illusion for the wider field
where eternity tills the soil
and the soul wraps its roots around God.
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Thank you, Beatrice! Thanks for stopping by!
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