the theme must be, by now, familiar
fragments
gratitude, magnificat.
the world is charged with Her grandeur.
she mothers most Whose beauty is past change.
praise Her.
behold the servant of the Queen,
be it done unto me according to Her word.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2023-01-04 at 00:36
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