He graces her with fire and wind
fire of love, wind of passionate service
He calls her to himself and entrusts to her a scarlet secret
the world couldn't understand it
even she, sometimes, didn't quite grasp it all
but she lived as though both knowing and searching for that secret
many loved her
but many more mistook her
even the one with the privilege of listening to her heart
she labored in the quiet dark,
prayed as though the Spirit was her thoughts and breath
and steadily slipped into the scarlet secret
fewer and fewer "companions" accompanied her
till that morning
when the sun hasn't set
the hangover of a teen isn't quite over yet
and the mission is, as it seemed, about to begin
that scarlet Rose, wet, beautiful, velvet,
rising early, shouting the good news on her feet
forever gone in sleep
chosen, and picked
by the Gardener Himself
i rushed to her side
taking some last looks
lingered over the velvet fragrant of the scarlet
couldn't resist a faint hope for God's glory and the garden's sake
when her side i had to leave at last, she saw me to my way
showing her smiles, her happy chatters, her quick steps
her way of saying good bye, of encouragement
thank you for your kindness
for waiting for me to come
for being with me so strongly, in spirit
for letting me cry for you
missing you
and still, hope for God's glory...
for even when we don't deserve you
we do need you, our Scarlet!
(for you my sister, Sr. Theresa Thanh Huong,OP. i miss you so!)
(for you my sister, Sr. Theresa Thanh Huong,OP. i miss you so!)
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