I pine for you and long to taste your sweetness;

to savor scarlet gems, the divine mysteries;

to be filled like a river, flowing with crimson wine.

Now in your birth

you spill forth the seed - the fruit of life.

With rubies red we will adorn you,

and with abundant joy proclaim:

Alleluia!

Poem and color photograph © copyright Anitra Redlefsen, 2002