Vessel of chance, self-contained therein, wax upon me patience. Form of female, through the eye of a needle passed, wax wisdom within me. Rather, thou hast loved, dearly, before the foundation of the universe. The twinkle was yet in the eye of the parents of creation.
In history, upon the record of time, am I mere notation. Yet, my correlation is endless.
Vessel of life, propagating the perpetuation of thy substance, wax in me faith fostering hope and charity. Container of light, once thy shell was cracked radiance filled the heavens. Wax in me wonder. In echoes with thunder...fill yon vessel.
