Write to me lovely poetry
She sent black bound volumes
Critiquing the umbrella of my ways
I will not encase you
Instead she hastes the reckoning
The arrival of the dead of days
Talk of unification
She remains pure of thought
In form , body , an image of purest rays
Comfort now my body
So she raises her hands
and begins to pray
Thecla was an early Christian martyr who believed in celibacy and was twice sentenced to death but each time she was saved by miracleous intervention by God .