Faith

Her eyes swell with faith. Her spirit tortured with life. She
Longs for bleeding wounds. Life is but a burial; and pain is
But deliverance. Her soul, flogged with spikes: Her spirit,
Punctured and bruised. She falls unto angelic bliss. And
Love, a mystic torch. Thus the visions, imbue the heart; and
Thus the anguish, christic glory. And candles burning,
The church—aflame. She walks the grave, the kiss of
Calvary. And death, the taste of nectar.     

Her flesh, the blood of Christ. Her honor, the faith of Huldah.
She dies the daily prayer: she lives the worldly pain. Thus
She yearns, the face of God. And love—the ache of Spirit.
Life, a fallen glory; and tears, the doors of heaven. Thus
Alive, akin to death; and thus deceased, the sins of satan.
And saintly eyes—wail forgiveness.