The Madonna holds
The world in her tender hands
As she once did with
Her son's wounded flesh; that dripped
With radiant blood
Fresh from The Cross. Darkness still breeds
In human domains.
Yet the sacred Light is with her.
She is clad in white:
The symbol of Innocence.
Flowers of Mercy
Are blooming all around her.
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