Ah, Sweet Christ! I need faith. Ah, pardon and peace. Ah, body and blood. I need the green days. I need the purples and the reds. I need the white days.
In winter, Mother Mary enthrones her Son. And again in me. She whispers Yes.
Life pours out of her naked Son's side. Be drunk with Me.
from Scott, The Glory of Everything
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