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II. Peru

A gift from Peru,

I place in your hands an ivory crown:

the stones are agate, molten gems

that speak of the iron and clay empire

and its royal virtue,

plunging your spirit into intimacy,

bearing your soul and your flag

as a tree bears ripe fruit,

from its place of honor,

rooted deep within the ground.

From the top of the Myrrh River,

where you stand

on the sacred mountain

your liturgy prays silently:

“Rain, I will go to the lost.

Gate of the circlet of agate,

open to me.”

Emily Isaacson


What are prophets but the trumpets blown by God to stir the heart?


Emily Quote

When I am set apart for a purpose and future, I dare to stand alone.

--Emily Isaacson

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