The Feminine Crucifixion

I open my mouth

and I drink of thyself

I am a vessel - fill me

Fill me with thy agony

I’ll kiss away the bloody sweat

I’ll soothe the dried and bloody mat

of hair from off thy Sacred brow

and kiss the lips that suffer now

My eyes are dark, they cannot see

But what else shall there be but thee?

My mind can grasp your presence, Lord.

And that is all I shall gaze toward.