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Holy God, we praise thy Name Lord of All,before thee!

I stood staring at them, dazed The pain inthere, except that with each passing hour I felt the depth

"You're fools, all of you!" I shouted "Christianity is the bloodiest religion that ever existed in the world I can bear witness!"

"Hush now, and do as I tell you," David said, pullingpeople on the icy side-walks before anyone could have turned to look Over and over he had restrained me this way He eary of it I didn't blame him

Once, policemen had laid hands on me

They had caughtto talk to her, and then when they had me outside, slowly they had all backed away They had sensed I wasn't alive, the way mortals do They had sensed, and they had muttered about the Veil and the miraculous, and there it had been, my impotence

Policeuard to help, to give out the war hands out over the flames in the drums

Nobody noticed us Why should they? We were just twowhiteness of snow a fro

The bookstore ere piled with Bibles, books on

Christology There was a huge pyramid of a lavender-covered book called Veronica and Her Cloth by Ewa Kuryluk, and another stack of Holy Faces, Secret Places by Ian Wilson

People sold paave them away I could hear accents froia and California

Bibles, Bibles, Bibles, being sold and given away

A group of nuns gave out holy pictures of St Veronica But the hottest iteraphs of the Veil itself, snapped in the church by photographers and then reprinted by the thousands

"Aroup in unison, rocking back and forth as they held their places in line

"Gloria, in excelsus deu-bearded man with his arms outstretched