Thursday, April 28, 2016

Clearly I'm no saint

He whom we look down upon, 
whom we cannot bear to see, 
the very sight of whom causes us to vomit
is the same as we are, 
formed with us from the self-same clay, 
compacted of the same elements. 

St. Jerome
Ok, St Jerome, I'll try to remember that
but I'm not making any promises.

Although reminding me that he's made from clay 
might do a lot to explain his coloring!

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