Where humanity
sowed faith, hope, and unity,
joy’s garden blossomed.

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.