Where the squelch of pilgrims' sandals echoes on the tile
Tucked away from the Disney-Catholic of Patten's dreams of pageant
Her own face just an urchin's, she holds her child.
Smeared with the smoke of candles, and a mother's pain.
"My heart was pierced, and is pierced, and will be pierced again."
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