"Gentle Jesu, Mary's Son, be thine the wounds that heal our wounding. Press thy bloody scars to ours that thy dear blood may flow in us and cleanse our sin. Be thou in us and we in thee that we and thou may be a woundless one at last."

Reading Godric, by Frederick Buechner. Only 20 pages in and it's gone from ruthlessly snide to devastatingly poignant and back again. Looking forward to the next 150.

"Laugh till you weep. Weep till there's nothing left but to laugh at your weeping. In the end it's all one."