Throw Away the Treasure and I’ll Be Fine
Throw away your soul
I’ll throw away mine
Together we will dig and
we will find
Virginal Love
Who is she who can know my sorrow?
What woman, blameless, has lost the love
of a good man?
Truly, if I am without fault,
and he without guilt,
what woman can know my sorrow?
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.
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