On Justina,*

Seen Her,
Holding a leaf of palm,
And a sword,
Crowned,

There She stood,
An attainment of sainthood,
Oil on wood,

Seen Her
Lily in Her hand,
Holding the world
In Her peaceful Eyes,

As eternal, turned into art,
As a martyr,
As proper,
Her hair colored copper
Flowing down
Like a cascade
Of Divine dress,

Seen Her...

{Note : *Saint Justina, as a painting by Bartolomeo Montagna,(1450-1523)}

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