Five loaves and two fishes These are all I have And I didn’t think they’d matter much When there are thousands to be fed. Five
For 9 months and 20 hours she bore Eve’s ancient curse, On her via dolorosa through the still Hospital halls, from Tabor to Calvary Hill.
When Love was hid within the crib Wise men Heaven’s call did heed Beneath the Star they traveled far To seek the King of which
O Father, Brother, Lord, And God, Spouse of my soul, Forgive my many sins, my crimes. Lave my wriggling, red, whinging soul And wipe away
I don’t know what to make of these Conjugal visits of ours, Whether they make things better Or worse between us. I have suffered more
