On the shores of Babylon, I weep for Eden. My mother and father walked there, hand in hand with Love. The body they gave me became a sheath, holding the memories of Paradise and the Bosom of God. Each day this flaming sword cuts and burns through the sinews of my will, creating a space for a new life. A new Eden, where His Divine Will becomes the New Paradise and where, in the cool of the evening, I walk with my God singing the Songs of Zion to the Nuptials.
© Servant of Divine Mercy
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