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Before me
The only naked man in your room
Hung upon a hanging cross
His love your loss 
I pray he will not interrupt

O deliver us to temptation
You were afraid of your body  
What it can do for you
I will blindfold you against stigmata wounds
The skyward eyes of a wooden messiah

Here is the confession
The penetential whipping
Blesséd forgiveness
You are aglow and lifting
You shine in the waiting silence


Does it not feel like sainthood?