By Diogenes ( articles ) | Apr 05, 2003
gaily rises I me mind melted ice and imprisoned inners freed
gaily rises me guilt as me mind awoke and passions receded
you gaily splash about in these rising torrents...
a tear joyfully falls in ecstasy drifting down my cheek to your lips and as they meet and fuse
Edified? Neither am I. But it speaks to the censors of the Society of Jesus, apparently. These are excerpts of original poetry a Jesuit has posted on his web-page.
Only fourteen more days of Lent.
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