Voices of Light

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Ash Wednesday.

Paris, Texas.

The Virgin Spring.

My Night At Maud's.

My Dinner with Andre.

Dogma.

Ordet.

Andrei Rublev.

The Passion of Joan of Arc.

Dead Man Walking.

Good Friday.


Glorious Wounds...

And I longed to see at least that little bit
of Christ's flesh that the nails had fixed
to the wood.

Glorious Wounds...

He showed [her] his heart, perforated
like the openings in a small
lantern...From his very heart issued
forth rays of the sun - no - brighter
than the sun's rays...

Glorious Wounds...

..."It is not fair to wish to taste only of
my honey, and not the gall. If you wish
to be perfectly united with me,
contemplate deeply the mockery,
insults, whippings, death and torments
that I endured for you."

Glorious Wounds...


Translated from "Torture" from Richard Einhorn's "Voices of Light"...