“I see crosses at every turn. My flesh shudders over it, but my heart adores them. Yes, I hail you, crosses little and great, I hail you, and kiss your feet, unworthy of the honor of your shadow.” HeartLittlesSufferingTurnsFeetMy HeartHonorKissingShadowCrossesFleshOver ItAdoreUnworthyHail Author:Saint Francis de Sales
“Lie in the sun with the child in your flesh shining like a jewel. Dream and sing, pagan, wise in your vitals. Stand still like a fat budding tree, like a stalk of corn athrob and aglisten in the heat. Lie like a mare panting with the dancing feet of colts against her sides. Sleep at night as the spring earth. Walk heavily as a wheat stalk at its full time bending towards the earth waiting for the reaper. Let your life swell downward so you become like a vase, a vessel. Let the unknown child knock and knock against you and rise like a dolphin within.” ChildrenStillsDreamEarthLyingNightWaitingSidesSleepWalksSunWiseTreeFeetSpringDancingShiningFleshFatsHeatPregnancyJewelsVesselCornPaganStalkingWheatDolphinsBendingVasesReaperMaresColts Author:Meridel Le Sueur
“The first promise exchanged by two beings of flesh was at the foot of a rock that was crumbling into dust; they took as witness for their constancy a sky that is not the same for a single instant; everything changed in them and around them, and they believed their hearts free of vicissitudes. O children! always children!” LoveFirstsHeartChildrenTwoTimeChangeFeetSkyRocksChangedPromiseFleshDustWitnessInstantThings ChangeConstancyChildren LoveCrumblingVicissitudes Author:Denis Diderot
“The life of each and every one of us has been written. The crucifix is my autobiography. The blood is the ink. The nails the pen. The skin the parchment. On every line of that body I can trace my life. In the crown of thorns I can read my pride. In the hands that are dug with nails, I can read avarice and greed. In the flesh hanging from him like purple rags, I can read my lust. In feet that are fettered, I can find the times that I ran away and would not let him follow. Any sin that you can think of is written there.” ThinkingHas BeensI CanBodyHandsLinesSinWrittenBloodFeetPrideSkinsGreedFleshLustRanPensCrownsNailsAutobiographyInkPurpleThornsAvariceRagsI Can ReadCrown Of Thorns Author:Fulton J. Sheen