Flesh, well feared, takes leave
with gestured hip.
The face burns.
Patience, Heart. Lent
is coming. The poor will
know their place again.
The yoke will settle, too, where
it has been for the better
part of our years.
Flesh, well feared, takes leave
with gestured hip.
The face burns.
Patience, Heart. Lent
is coming. The poor will
know their place again.
The yoke will settle, too, where
it has been for the better
part of our years.