John of the Cross,
scholarly saint,
spent 9 months in jail
for no good reason.
Tortured, deprived.
Somehow, he escaped.
Found refuge
among the nuns.
That first night back
he was asked:
what would be good
for you right now?
“Tomorrow is feast of our lady.
The greatest joy for me would be
to say mass.”
***
Breathe in love. Breathe out fear.
Breathe in love. Breathe out fear.
Breathe in love. Breathe out fear.
***
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Thanks, Roger. Really needed this one today.