When The Holy Thaws

Posted by Censor Librorum on Oct 10, 2006 | Categories: Lesbian in a Catholic Sort of Way

When The Holy Thaws by St. Teresa of Avila

A woman’s body, like the earth, has seasons;
when the mountain stream flows, when the holy thaws,

when I am most fragile and in need,
it was then, it seemed, God came closest.

God, like a medic on a field, is tending our souls.
Our horns get locked with desires,
but don’t hold yourself too accountable;
for all desires are really innocent.
That is what the compassion in His eyes tell me.

Why this great war between the countries
–the countries–inside of us?

What are all these insane borders we protect?
What are all these different names for the same church of love
we kneel in together?
For it is true, together we live;
and only at that shrine where all are welcome will God sing
loud enough to be heard.

Our horns got locked with earth and sky in some odd
marriage ritual; so what, don’t worry.
We should be proud of ourselves for everything we helped create in this magic world.

And God is always there, if you feel wounded.
He kneels over this earth like a divine medic,
and His love thaws the holy in us.

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