Wrapping your Son
in a blanket of pomegranates,
O Lady,
life-promise in our aridity,
love's wound,
the breaking open,
the disbursement
of heaven's gifts in us,
display of love.
O Christ our God,
descending to the underworld
of minds and
crying out:
Lustration
is in my
tears and blood ~
the purification
of hatred's
sins.
