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.    Â
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.

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