Have you forgotten the scent of the blood of Mary?
Yet now you hold her sacred.
Have you forgotten the taste of forbidden flesh?
Of how it felt on your lips; now your eyes avert them -
But do not forget those nights before - what are you without them?
But do not forget those days after - what were you before them?
And do you think the Sun has risen, that there would be no more night?
And do you think the Moon has waned, that
the tides will drown you no more?
Then remember how their ebb came after their flow -
So remember Who saved you from the depths and Who grounded you from the clouds -
So remember what you were; so remember who you are.