A Sacred Sin

She danced with grace,
on an ocean of living thorns.
She smiled every instant,
at biting,reproachful glances.
Swam against every current,
trusting but the power above.
She most joyfully gave-
her all, to culpating souls.
She walked- head held high
on a rope with ends aflame.
She picked the thorns in her way,
and voila!they were flowers!
She did but commit a "sin"...
by wishing to live for others...
She'd tear her heart to stop the guilt.
She'd scream in pain,and choke herself.
She'd stone herself that she had sinned...
sinned so her branches could win...