Poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into an idea, then into more tangible action. 
POEM
O Virtus Sapientiae
In this twelfth-century song, Saint Hildegard eulogizes the Holy Trinity.
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