Mother of God
Immaculate Heart
Clothed in Sun
Exquisite art

Doth beam from you
In rays supreme
That spirit woo
With heavenly beam

Her wisdom pure
Succinct, suffice
Sweet, demure
Love apace

Her message arrives
Clear as Day
Mother
Let not souls be astray

Your fledgling boy
That sublime hippie
Sweet and coy
Makes hearts happy

Doth live in all
Especially John
I'm rapt in thrall
Of his Imagine

Immaculate conception
Was that tune
At noon a song
On which to swoon

May not the evil
Sully his light
It never will
For poets heart soars, takes flight