Rise from the ash-heap. Rise from Law.
Lift your eyes to see –
Turn your eyes to see
where calluses and pious scabs abound,
where hearts are hardened, hands dried from much washing
which does nothing to purify –
turn. Turn your hearts to purify,
turn to the Son, to the slow rising of the Son.
Kiss the Son, lest he be angry and you be consumed…
Your hearts are not so clean;
your hearts are hard, so clean
your hands and turn your hearts towards the Son…
The Consolations of Writing 