Philosopher's daughter and requisite Nun, she prayed for her father in Rome. Because he was able to center the sun he wasn't allowed to leave home.
A lady of singular, exquisite mind of goodness devoted and true, Virginia, the younger, unfailingly kind, a woman the world hardly knew,
revealed in her letters an infinite love. To serve was her only desire. To open the universe hidden above she did, with her father, conspire.
The whole of the Earth and the center he knew were lost in the moment she died. Though intellect failed him his heart remained true, for Sister Maria he cried.
The "path to the stars" and the muse of his quest, by Rome’s inquisition, consumed, found justice in Heaven’s own scriptures. They rest forever, together entombed.
~ Dean Neighbors ~
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