Intercourse With God

in my lowliness you remembered me after man had torn wrappings of my soul leaving only my flesh to devour small things withered beneath my earthly realm oh how i'd beckoned your rapture i wasn't as pure as sister agnes nor sister margaret fruitful an yet you'd entered me craving my soul my heart filled with such desire as i'd prayed for human compassion pure affection was totally absent from a broken woman bleeding my flesh mascerated shredded in the haste of a car bomb equivelent to one rib of man child an yet you remembered me taking my soul on a tour of ruinen auf des.via appia while di vatican called my name trumpets roared throughout this granduer of openess wholeness occured weeping flushed from mine eyes dining in your diviness the purity of the holy spirit desiring me a flower blooming clinging to thorns blood soaked matted hair cradled my skull an yet you entered my being creating an eternal finding above the santity and salvation catered untimely to him