(Inspired by St. Rose of Lima)

By Elizabeth Grace, @divinacatholicpoetry

In this fleeting life

This ephemeral illusion

What is this face?

In this deceitful world

Full of seductive lies

What is this body?

Beauty and pleasure

Are of no interest to me

Let them leave me

Better I suffer with joy, Lord

Than give way to the gilded world

That would swallow me whole

In my silent pain

In my secret anguish

I felt Your hand on mine

Let me forsake the world, Lord

Let me choose You

Let my body cry and wither

And my soul flourish

In You