god's rose

i will be as a piece of
glass in the body of god
and i choose to be
crimson; and when i
receive the light-in i will
become bright red as if i
blushed and were the dawn;
and when i bestow my light
in turn on all who stand to
gaze-on my beauty, i will be
as a pouring stream of love,
a bright red living pain of the
holy fire of being that is all
crimson; crimson glass will i
be in the body of god and
relay double the intensity of
light-out for each single
beam he pours on me

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