A Commune of Consecration

My mind is secure,
I have journeyed to a warm territory;
A panoramic view,
And my heart is as a reliquary.

Likewise, the center of my being,
Pulses like a precious artifact;
A sacred gem,
Complete, in a divine pact.

Yielding to my mortality,
To Heaven, upon this road that is gold-paved;
To the breast of the Immaculate Heart I strive,
From the cradle to the grave.