This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms
the diseased slums of a broken heart
into a palace made of psalms and gold.

What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.

Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.

If it wasn’t for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would’a been dead or someplace screamin’ in a nut house a long time ago.

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.