Bless me, Heavenly Father

Your Beauty,
Your Beauty is efficiently healing me,
Your beauty is the attic grace,
Your beauty is fighting again’st hell of other’s,
I feel that you are all sane,
Heaven in my thought’s you I hold,
You are the sunshine, so heal me Christ,
Tell me I’m the beauty of Sanity,
Every Being alive shared that love,
Your Beauty never died,
Your Beauty made me move on and on,
Every Beauty I perceive are these,
Infinite thought’s,
Your Beauty that I feed,
Your Grace all efficiently Blessing me.

poem by Maxim Muyu
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