As I stood before your icon
A window into you
Pale, insufficient, man-made
Imbued with that grace
From the Holy Consecration
The elevation of the Lamb
The past and ever-present sacrifice
Per ipso cum ipso
Painful darts of love
Shooting from your
Heart
Wounding me
Once, Twice, Thrice
Holy Pain
Joyful Suffering!
The Fire You ignited in my
Heart
Still burns
The Love the Love the Love
That flowed in torrents
From You to me
And from me to You
And from Us to others
Burns Burns Burns
Loves Loves Loves
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