oh dream of sacred passion, <br />lashes the tears of wisdom and bring the <br />laughing end to reach the guiding <br />star of an incense moment <br /> <br />believe the shadow of the light, <br />fly like hero of every wind, for nothing <br />left than a crystal drops of mercy in <br />the heaven guest <br /> <br />open the master's heart with empty <br />blues, the heaven best <br />wait the glad <br />tiding hour in the lasting end; a touching <br />last of feast, where the glory of <br />everlasting crown nestle in an endless <br />Faith<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wholly-holy/
