The garden of God is a radiant place, <br />And every flower has a holy face: <br />Our Lady like a lily bends above the cloudy sod, <br />But Saint Michael is the thorn on the rosebush of God. <br /> <br />David is the song upon God's lips, <br />And Our Lady is the goblet that He sips: <br />And Gabriel's the breath of His command, <br />But Saint Michael is the sword in God's right hand. <br /> <br />The Ivory Tower is fair to see, <br />And may her walls encompass me! <br />But when the Devil comes with the thunder of his might, <br />Saint Michael, show me how to fight!<br /><br />Alfred Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-thorn-4/
