Mother Of Sorrows

Mother of sorrows, what a name,
for the Mother of God; the Queen?
A love so pure, crystal clear.
For Love She suffers, a sword received.

Thy knowledge surpasses all,
Thy purity, Oh! thy purity Mother!
Thy Love is a Holy Flame;
A purifying flame of Holy Love.

Charity, Divine Love
Holy Love, Divine Will.
Thy mercy is infinite,
As infinite the Fruit of thy womb.

by Antonio Williams

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A nice poetic imagination, Antonio. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks