If thy forgiveness joy can give then let the earth in Sion live. When day of judgment spirits lift then that our hearts a rose may wive.
If fear of hell steals heavens' might behold the angels and worship bright. For kings of gladness burn their blood and dress their souls with fire coats.
With peace your breasts strain noble voice and love the robe of Joseph's choice. Let golden crowns be truth's delight and stones united in your light.
O healer, maiden release your wine so bowed at table we may dine.
A gate I blew into your nostrils why do you search for empty fossils. A sword I planted in your Sekhet but you don't burn your darkest omelet. My mother lives in your tiny house but you behave like a frightened mouse. A holy fire burns at stake when I take place in your holy space and light appears above your head when seven letters heal your face. Behold 'one point' reveals My story in the waters of My Glory. Fernando Soave
A flower in my heart belongs to heavens' part and cristal songs of glory in the mouth of angels who care for souls in mighty wrangles. If truth is path and ardent search in earning merits on mother earth then who can find my pearl in rose if not my mirror to your propose. Then let us wish for the rising wind in storm and thunder see the clowds in Moses' bush we find the light and with our sandals leave the crowd. Fernando Soave
that spirit light can give and souls' mouth can breath for daylight clouds fibe health. Where angels find release when mother rises breeze. What kings and queens have forged and soldiers have in greave. What's glory for then truth a heavens' coth delight for children of the kingdom and heroes of the plight. Fernando Soave
