May we wither in the
shadow of Your cross,
And as our forms are
melting into Yours
May Your blood-drops
scatter
Like seeds on the
winds of our wastelands.
Then may we spring
up like lilies,
Heads bowing heavy
with purity,
All through the
green, green valley
Of Your sufferings.
*artwork by Mary Delany, "Convallaria Majalis"
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