Crown me with chaplets of rose and lily
Have the chapel bells declare me a saint
Purity is shown in the olive of my skin
God and his angels can no longer wait
For my arrival into their kingdom.
The harmonies of heaven ring through my heart
As they kindle their fires and sharpen their swords
Their spit and rough hands don't take me down
As I am a temple as indestructible as the lord
"Forgive them for they know not what they do".
Like it took Jesus three days to rise again,
It took them three days to spill my blood
Here I lay, draped in a silk veil and wearing a gold dress
My soul risen as high as the moon, the stars, and the sun
As what the lord promised me.
I may not appear to the eye, but if you listen closely,
You can hear my holy heart's ancient melody
In your prayers.
This poem is dedicated to my patron saint, Saint Cecilia. A little background information about her:
She is the patroness of music and one of the seven women commemorated by name in the Roman Catholic Church. She was born in 200 AD and died in 230 AD in Rome. She is known for her chastity, preaching, and hearing the music of Heaven in her heart. She converted over four hundred people to Christianity. She was persecuted by the Roman Empire for being a Christian. She was subjected to many tortures. She was forced to suffocate in a bathhouse. However, she miraculously lived. An executioner took matters into his own hands and struck her three times [ decapitating her ]. Yet, she still lived for three days. She was buried by Pope Urban and his deacons. Many centuries later, officials found her coffin, and saw that her body was incurrupt. She wore a silk veil and a gold embroidered dress, like in my poem. Her coffin also smelled like flowers. Her feast day is on November 22.
You can look her up online and find many interesting facts about her. She is definitely one of my favorite saints. So much so that I chose her name to be my "confirmation" name.
Sorry that this poem is very religious, ha ha. I just felt inspired.