Lick your air, lights
    for the honoring of the Crucified
    in wood of old;
    flames a-praying, I hope
    begging, praising the true Light
    signed and sealed in wounds
    of Friday's ordeal at Passing Time
    some moments ago

Yours is a quiet ceremonial
    a testimony of "Yes!" singing
    down the Church's hist'ry lands of faith
    lifting high the expectant card
    "Come to me.  I'll give you rest."



*I also wrote some of this book in great anger against the Church, which describes my own love as a vanity.  At the very end of the book I describe being in bed with a man whom I would die for, a man whom I have lived with for over twenty-five years and who distributes communion to the elderly and the dying.  He is as good a man as I can imagine.  I am in a rage precisely because the Church is more easy with crimes of hatred than with what he does.  Nothing disturbs me more than pious church leaders gathering to denounce hate crimes, when in fact the most devastating crimes the Church has stumbled over have been crimes of love.  The Church has not only tolerated massacres, but has refused to admit the possibility of interracial marriage, and now the great crisis of our faith has to do with whether or not homosexuals are capable of loving.
-Richard Rodriguez



*And Still I Love You

I don't have everything
as a matter of fact I don't have anything
except a dream of a better day
and you 2 help me find my way
Being a man I am sure to make mistakes
but 2 keep u I would do all it takes
and if it meant my love was really true
I'd gladly die and watch over u
I wish u knew how much I cared
u'd see my love is true by the life we'd share
Even if u changed your mind and said our love was thru
I'd want 2 continuously cry and still I'd love u
-Tupac Shakur