photo by hungrybison

Portrayed with the beauty of a woman, draped in layers of white, unblemished purity, he becomes a kind and gentle mystic.

Is this the man who made the temple merchants tremble?

Who’s anguish caused the earth to quake?

Has art failed to display the human form, the earthly embodiment of the Devine?

The stainless cloth, soon spotted with blood, the spilled wine, the broken chalice, all becomes the shame of the artist.


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