It will no longer do to hide,
To cover, to conceal,
To pretend to be building anything
Except a house of sin
Over a cellar of disordered love.
Only the bare bones can stay now
In mercy's clearing...
While still there is a recognizable heart,
Boneclean barrenness alone
Can look to spring.
--"Winterset" by Gervase Toelle, O. Carm.