Saints and snakes (5)

   
   "Saints and snakes (5)"
   
   McKelvy knelt down upon his/her knees and woefully wept at the lack of wealth in the hearts of those inhabiting the Earth.  Loquaciousness did not possess him/her at the moment, silent--like a Blue Jay knowing when to hold the hawk's mimic.
   Yet the Queen of Angels sparked alive next to McKelvy, Her glowing in brilliant-azure gelled with immaculate-white.  She then said:  "The heart is a selfish portion, mostly taking for itself before spreading the glory of life to others.  But My Son had the Sacred Heart, bleeding an obedient death, dismissing His Own Right to rule, knowing that belongs to the Father, in a matter of speaking."
   Remembering the Greatest Son of Man's Words, McKelvy sang:
   
   Holy, Holy, Holy Lord--
   I came not to send peace,
   But a sword.