Celestial Majesty

In reverent splendor, she stands, a vision of divine grace, Surrounded by the heavenly host, in radiant, golden space. The Virgin Mother, adorned in robes of crimson and night, Cradles the Christ child, a symbol of love's pure light. The golden aura that surrounds her, a halo of pure delight, Echoes the sun's rays, bursting forth in splendor and light. The angels, arrayed below, in worshipful postures bent, Pay homage to the sacred duo, their spirits fervently intent. In this sacred tapestry, a story of devotion unfolds, A testament to faith, where love and reverence are told. The intricate weave, a dance of threads, a symphony of art, A masterpiece that transcends time, speaking to the heart. In the stillness, a sense of peace descends, a feeling of being blessed, As the viewer is drawn into the sacred, the divine is manifest. The image whispers secrets, of a love that's strong and true, A reminder of the power, of faith, shining through.