As an owl picked out the fixed Star

A break in the clouds, a ray of hope

Washing her hands of muddled,

Many-sided habit of mind

Not tasting earlier setting kind.

Discerner gifted supplied sustenance,

Caring for brethren...

Though injured by a wolf raging

Esteemed as right

The flood of trouble,

Sustained loss and harm,

Not dwelling in state warm.

Bearing dolor with patience of Job,

Having in sight Eden's riot of color

With rapturous love...

Not glancing on brethren

With violent eyes

For all are possession of

The Father of Lights,

Made to evolve into siblings

Of the Innocent Son.

Fixated on patterns of perfection,

Reaching blue skies,

Absorbed by new highs;

Discarder of the thorniness

Of envious rivalry

And leukemic greediness,

Infecting the length

And breadth of the land.

Wary of deprivers

Of the world of good

Dumping ruthless foes,

In the Ocean of His Pity

Fishing out

A thornless rose...