Love is just four letters, correct ?
I never knew this kind of devotion.
It keeps me bleary-eyed searching Google for the answers, then teary-eyed, looking up.
Lord, now I know: Mary's love for the boy who would save the world.
My body, tired and done, shatters into tiny stained glass fragments: through them, though, there is light.
There is light.
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