I want to put my lips upon your throat and take your pulse. Maybe I can tell if your blood flows hot and thick as wine or if it is cold as ice, and caught upon the snow drifts and ice flows of your life.   I want to settle your hand in mine and…

I will weep for you and I will rend my clothes for you and I will play the part of the holy mourner for you. And when it is done, I will stand up and dust off my knees and walk away and leave you smouldering in the ashes of your holy fire, fed by…