A burning flame is present,
a new star is given birth;
but she shines not for the present.

Her flames have licked mankind,
and touched a myriad of souls;
no more,
these reject her light.

The door to her wedding feast is open,
who then will come;
the wretched.

Ones who have no faith,
will find their faith;
while ones who have said,
"we have faith,"
they will believe in her,
but the door is shut to them.

She enters through the door,
in all her glory, each day;
in third hour of the day.

Who can find the door,
for those who see the door;
they pass by,
or take it as a trinket.

The Sacred Heart of Jesus,
this is the door;
why then does nobody come.

When the bell has rung,
our dinner has been announced.

©2025 Lucretia Meerim Chosen One