Holy Mother, you have taught me the meaning of the word "Sinner".
I thank you.
Now punish me, for I do not seek absolution.
My Mother, My Teacher and Guide through the Maze I can never penetrate alone. My Mother who called me through my Sister. This is a matter of faith. Not of reason. Not of logic.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
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