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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