OFFERING FROM A CATHOLIC SISTER
Did the woman say,
When she held him for the first time
in the dark dank of a stable,
After the pain and the
bleeding and the crying,
"This is my body; this is my blood"?
Did the woman say,
When she held him for the last time
in the dark rain on a hilltop,
after the pain and the bleeding
and the dying,
"This is my body; this is my blood"?
Well that she said it to him then,
For dry old men,
Brocaded robes belying barrenness,
Ordain that she not say it for him now.
Ordain that she not say it for him now.
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