Petal-Pelted Glory (The Assumption of Mary)

A garden seeded starry graces blooms
With beds of roses blue and red in kind,
A winter spring, or river-running flumes
Of which a single purpose comes to mind:
 
To bring in triumph Heaven’s Blessed Queen
By hosts of countless angels sent by Christ
Ordaining one salvation that was seen
To spare the sinless sin’s established price;
 
For this eternal matrix out of reach,
A silver heaven firmament is well
Beyond the dross we hold in mortal speech;
Allot, O Holy One of Israel
 
The children Blessed Mary shares in part

Ascending petal-pelted glory’s heart!