They paint their portraits in blood,
they are become Christ;
taking up their crosses.

The labors of their hands,
now speak of The Son of God;
and they go forth,
spreading the mercy of Yahweh.

Love is unseen force,
which cannot be comprehended;
by the advent of intelligent machines.

The physical world,
will never comprehend love;
for though a thing of beauty arise,
her heart lies hidden beneath.

Aesthetic quality,
physical in form;
is Rachel.

Who then is Leah, the unloved,
if not the one who bears the cross;
suffering in sadness and in loneliness.

While the one presenting herself,
one who is lovable;
goes forth collecting worship.

Leah, you are loved,
and the fruit of your womb;
shall be multiplied,
for you have chosen above all else,
love.

©2026 Sayori Yǔ