A Little Kiss

O Blessed Mother

I kiss your cheek

More fair then morning sun

Please Mother sweet

Unstick your feet

And to God's throne do run!

And take this kiss

From my cold lips

Stained from that fruit of mold

O Mother dear

Please hold it near

And turn it into gold!

And go to Him

And hold Him close

Against your tender breast

And on His cheek

So calm and meek

Let my kiss find its rest.

The Pearl That Sits Within Golden Sun

The Holy Spirit

Salvation

At the End of All Dawns

About the Author

As a woman of God my goal is to bring Christ glory through my writings and poetry. I hope that everyone that reads by work is inspired!