Faith in Foliage

 Faith is the resonant Righteousness of all the exiled

Hope is the Endless Flight of the Harloquin
Home is the Host, the Fortitude of everlasting life.

Youth and Childhood is the Fearless foundation, with Supersensuous vision.

Because it is Right and Just, the Goddess of Justice not being destroyed.

Epictitus Says, "Killed but never harmed."
Truth and Justice is the Country, The land of Milk & Honey

A fly, no more a buzzard than the wasp, here to proppogate pollen with equal potency.

 

The flower sees the granual of dust

Corrining in to the proper abundance

That the Pistil Opens from,

Agape in the range of her compassion.

In thyne range of compassion we feel an apocalypse slip,

The land nearing the strait gate.

Behring much flavor,

For a mother in despair.

The unborn child grasping the imbilicle chord,

Out of the Womb,

and 3 months later

A sauce made in graduation.

The life of a Homemaker is tedious,

The friction fancy.

Removing two-ply crustaceans from the sand of the Bahamas.

There is a flipper of flickering at the retina of a barracuda.

Only attracting the Diamond from the tadpole (Galaxy).