A Path Through . . .

(Found here ) Even if the body’s garment has been rent, it can still become an establishment for rebuilding spirit, new, tender, and quick. If there is no market for one’s sickness, there is at very least an etiquette for feeling better—felt pain and everything met in extremity, that is. There exists the tumor, cyst, or grisly polyp, and Christ resides, persists amid these hundred hells, his garment hemmed with pomegranates, golden bells. ~Brett Foster