There she was: 
virgin
innocent
pure as unpolluted rain.
Gracefully educating the old world with peace –
an eternal relief of pain.
Wrapping the old laws in her arms;
encouraging them with the new teachings
of a forgiving God’s reign.
“Love! Love!” she called out. 
“The sacrifice was for you!”
She was holy.
She was virtuous.
She was true.
Dressed in the whole armor of God.
Spreading her love like the ripples
of a disturbed sea.
She broadened her horizons and
into foreign lands she brought her ministry.
To “The West” she went.
She was received with opened arms;
with joyful consent
by wolves dressed lavishly as sheep.
In her beauty they saw opportunity.
Her innocence they wished to exploit.
There she was, attempting to awaken 
them from evil’s sleep. 
Honor and peace her tongue’s message.
The prophecy nearly complete.
Her beauty they wanted to ravish
with their humanity so savage.
They captured her,
ripped her of her armor,
violated her innocence with greed and vice,
mocked the holy sacrifice,
made the cross a scarlet shame,
blasphemed her holy name,
spread her wide and ravished her whole,
wrote damnation upon her soul, 
made her a whore before the world,
blinding the ignorant and 
deceiving the poor;
made her a disgrace.
She fell from God’s grace.
Now her love is hard to adore.