Скачать или смотреть The Second Coming of Ann Lee - Judy Maxwell-McNicol

There once was a lady, Ann Lee,
Who proclaimed, “I’m the vessel - God speaks through me!”
So she rocked in her chair,
Sat on hands clasped in prayer,
And cried, “Oh sweet ecstasy, the Lord will set you free!”

With eyes rolling back in delight,
She trembled in rapture-born light.
Those hands pressed just so,
The spirit moved rhythmically below
She swore it was a pure, sacred rite.

Her followers grew - gathered with awe and devotion.
She spoke in tongues with each rocking motion.
They'd whisper, "Oh Mother, you're sacred, you're pure!"
"Through your holy water, salvation is sure!"

The second coming of Christ, betwixt her thighs,
Her followers knelt, entranced by her sighs.
Blessed by Saint Sebald, she rocked and prayed,
Then something odd happened, she became unmade.

A shimmer, a glow, and a soft little hiss,
As Ann Lee, dear Mother, was transformed by bliss.
She emerged as a snail, with a shell on her back,
Her holy water now a divine, slimy track.

“God bless Mother!” they cried, with reverence anew,
As she slid through the temple, leaving a trail of God’s truth.
"She’s eternal, she's wise, in her shell we find grace;
For Ann Lee, the snail transcends all human race.”

Free standing kinetic sculpture.