It was unhealthy to kiss him.
His immaculate grace with clear blue eyes;
as I put my lips to my mouth to put my hands on his immaculate feet.
To feel Mary’s children.
As I gazed up at the cross, his immediate mercy shines upon me at such a cruel distance.
Jesus nods his head to look at his children who had betrayed him.
As he looks me in the eyes and tells me;
I am your savior; your rock and your shield.
And you; one….
are my sword.
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