Higher,
To the peaks of faith,
She goes up to the sky of the saints,
To a solemn silence,
With light above Her clarity,
Her grace.
The sky is full of the finest clouds,
And angels rush in to see her ascend.
She goes to the highest of spheres -
A moment of idealistic,
Meaningful action.
The sky is made of the bluest silk,
And she will always stay young
And innocent,
Mother Mary
In the glory of her spirit.
Under the golden rays of the Sun
She finds harmony and calmness.
Death and Assumption of the Virgin Ghirlandaio
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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