how quiet am I?
in the back of your mind
in the corner of your eye?
How translucent is this flesh?
perhaps once hands and feet are pierced
and the spear has painted red the Holy ribs
perhaps then I will see You
when blood of sacrifice puddles on the floor to block my step
and the black, trembling sky serves witness to a Father's terrible sadness
then will I feel your terrible Love?
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