Eve became Foolishly bold To give up Her faith in God.
Exhibiting lust For a tantalizing apple She opted to be A dust; Heeding a snake- Incarnated Devil’s word “If you eat The forbidden fruit You will acquire Wisdom on par with God.”
Duped by Satan Unfaithful, disobedient She turned a reason For the lapse of man.
For lacking faith She heard, With jealousy Her son Kane ****** Her son Abel To death! “Eve tarnished The image Of the womenfolk!” We usually hear In a religious talk!
II) Saint Mary
From Birth to death Unwavering was In God Saint Mary’s faith.
In her youth, Blind to earthly Allurements, When summoned To serve God Happy she drew forth “Displaying alacrity To the call of The Almighty Is my pleasure My duty!”
Saint Mary knew Miracles untold Is capable to do God.
Acid tested like Aglow set gold Threatened by Herod’s sword Scorned by hypocrites Hoary headed Christ killers Her faith she never Failed to tightly hold.
In Golgotha The whiplashes all Were scars on her soul!
Unlike many of us It is not like a fiction Or movie script She witnessed Christ’s crucifixion.
She reconciled Man and God, Till to date And down the road This miracle will be told.
She allowed a pride Womenfolk could ride.
In the catalog of grace As she won a higher place In God’s face Above angels and Below God Is the row She was Allowed to hold.
Like Saint Gabriel in the sky Like Elizabeth on earth Angels and human beings Praise her why? Doubt have not I She is Holy In a way description That defy!
Duping Eve The control on man Devil got Thanks to Saint Mary ‘s obedience, Before he realized The mystery of incarnation, He lost.
For via God- Saint Mary’s Chemistry mankind Is snatched from Devil’s grip and fold.
To retaliate To belittle Saint Mary Still a python A snake, A sanctimonious preacher, A faithful That has gone astray Devil makes A frantic bid to date. In various religious forms He seeks a vent To disgorge His hate. Oblivious to The ******'s word “Generations will Call me The graceful, the immaculate…”
Via Saint Mary Once more The Almighty God Drew close Mankind to his fold!
“For use and throw God use Saints!” Is the worst mistake Believers could make Eating the poisonous cake Devil in various Religious forms bake.///
Lack of and presence of Faith and obedience in two religious personalities
Never at all I'm on the Religious ball If prophet Simeon's Painful message "A sword will pierce Your own soul!" (Luke 2:35) That shows The selfless sacrifice The immaculate has To pay To achieve God's goal, Fails before me To stand tall.
For the sagacious Suffice a word The immaculate Herself said "Great things untold Things manifold Had done to me The Lord My Son and my God.” (lk 1:49b)
Take note When we pray Excepting her Is a fault!
On the cross Before He depart "She is your mother And you her children!" Was what Jesus wanted to impart. (John 19:26–27:)
Read my poem the immaculate too. Also read https://taylormarshall.com/2017/02/sword-pierced-marys-soul.
Today's WCW: •she is an immaculate woman, •an epitome of beauty, •quintessentially feminine, and •a paragon of perfection.
This is how I describe the woman I'm in love with at this very hour. She's the most beautiful woman I know. She's the one that sleeps on my mind, the one I crave every day. She's truly an epitome of beauty...
Amid the sky of covered crimson plane The stormy night begets its wonted reign And down the sails of battered ships The golden light of sol doeth set. Far below the wooden hulls lies O’ oceans crypt, unknown in depth. Below the base of beaten ships and Amid the anglers glow The luminal aura of Isis shows. Crystal Night, immaculate sight Waxing strong her sultry form Oh how bright her soothing light A beckon of hope amid the perilous storm. The captive witness cannot cease Its ponderous delight of beauties scene. Of the godless night, in waves Of tumult and titanic might Of hellish forces the setians reign. The sacred goddess of Lucifer’s seed Rests tall for all to see.
From the eternal reach of sky flung stars eclipsing The multiverse afar, To the deepest depths of oceans unseen sights No man may venture to seek a beauty Like that of a women so divine. Defined by the product of genetic perfection, The picturesque quality of evolutionary design: Of the moons gibbous glow, The inner aura of your fluttering eyes Bring me comfort on a cold winters night. With skin, soft as silk Tanned by the suns golden light, Your flesh melts me back to life. Like the lapping waves and wisping winds Along the sands of an islands ocean shore Your soothing tone of foreign tongue Caresses my aching skull.
Beyond the chisel of mans mortal hands, No surgeon may sculpt the flesh with so tedious a design: An anatomical hourglass Of Immaculate form, Unseen among the flaws of humanities mistaken design.