Caeruleus Caelorum

For the first time

in my life I

see

from the depths of

the ocean deep

to

the pinnacle of

the highest heavens

the

Clearest Blue

of a Mother so

pure.

How sweet the scent

of a tilmatl so

foul

tattered and torn by

wind and rain and

sin–

O my soul, O

wretched soul most

weary

take from me, O

Mother of the Divine,

despair

and deliver me to

the throne of

God!