Through bulwark on its briars
In sullen tears withvast radiant fears
One has become filled with love
Within the given ambiance of the moment
Under pressure integrity is overtly earned
We have sought an inner peace through
Watching briars on Irelands coastal shore
One may even evoke pain out of laughter
In hindsight to long to love even a bit more
In pins chalice decor,
One would even relish in its vast notion of heavenly attributes
A myraid papal journey filled with both hope & grace,
Yet with few words safely intact
This will help draw the attention
Away from self
Nor any stalemate or bulwark in a modest lattice decor
A quest for inner solace by which one can anticipate an open door
Within each humble spectrum between both space & time
One must make certain a clear choice to shine !