Conversations with Mary. When, In love, I fall.

And
I'm sorry
So
Sorry
That when
In love
I fall
Into the
Arms of
God
And
You
Are
There
The nights
Short
The days
Long
And
The heart
In total
Complete
And
By that
And
I
Mean
The
Whole
And
It grows
So much
Bigger
But
More
Inadequate
And
The passion
For all those
Clerics
Teams of Chaplins
Rabbis
And
Priests
Of strangers
Men in
White
Coats
Dancing
In circles
In the
Company of
Midwest
Seminarian
Monsters
That would
Pray for me
And Mary
God's mother
As we
Love
The slow
Penetration
Parting her
Lips
Those
Soft
Damp
Folds of
Skin
Speaking
In prayer
In circles
She prays
With her tongue
Brother
And
I fall
Looking into
Her
Eyes
.