Friday, July 26, 2013

oh, filthy woman

Behold, a stranger.  The color of her eyes, pure gift.
Behold the miraculous movements of her hands, her face shape.

Behold the obscurity of her.

No matter her stumbling or stench, grumpiness or paltry appearance.
Within and amongst that, or perhaps despite it, she is sacred.

Simply love her.
With everything in you, welcome her.
As fully as you can, receive her.

Malign her not for she is presented to you with the Highest of shrouded purposes.

Here she is.
Hold her in honor.

Be gentle.

Christ the stranger, susceptible.

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