Sorrows fill my mind, fill my plate;
I eat sorrows.
I stumble after meals, wondering,
why do I dine this way?
And, yet, it only seems right.
Why would I only eat air?
What search for food is involved in that,
what celebration is called for?
Sorrow, my heart,
for you will be overjoyed.
Repent, for you will be made straight.
And you will train your appetite.
(fifteen: Memorial of Our Lady of Sorrows, 1 Timothy 1:15-17. Psalm 113, Luke 2:33-35; sixteen: Exodus 32:7-11, 13-14, Psalm 51, 1 Timothy 1:12-17, Luke 15:1-10)
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