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Confessions of Tirso, Part 5 posted:

Congregation members, witnesses to the phenomenon, watched in astonishment and fear, except for one of our sisters, who knelt beside me, and, without fear of contagion, kissed one of the terrible sores that the affection had caused on the young man, and the wound began to close. The brothers fell to their knees, amidst tears and prayers.

Lore posted:

"Get up and tell us what you witnessed", said the Scribe without adverting his gaze from the paper.

"I received an order for the exhumation of a penitent who had been buried about a year ago", answered the gravedigger. "He was well loved in Albero, and many parishioners approached his grave. But, when I dug him up, we saw blood coming out of a crack in his sarcophagus, blood red as wine. Those who were there rushed to open the lid of the coffin, and carried him on their shoulders, watching as blood gushed out from its side. Others ran to their houses, searching for buckets and bottles to keep all that blood that wouldn't stop flowing out."

The Legend of Mea Culpa, the Sword of Guilt posted:

It is said that this stone statue covered with petals was once a young woman who, tormented by a deep feeling of guilt, struck her chest with the figure of Our Father, asking him to be punished. The Miracle manifested itself in the figure of the Father, emerging from her a wide and long edge, a great rooted sword, which pierced his guilty heart to later transform his body into stone. That sword was called Mea Culpa in allusion to the last words of the young woman.

Lore posted:

It emerges from the pores of the earth. From between the flagstones. It is the silver of the ornaments, desperate to flee, to escape from them and turn from their sanctity. It detaches itself, it slips away, leaving the figures naked of its embrace, leaving the works of art orphans of brightness. It leaks through and hides under our feet, only to then sprout again free of impurity. It is your choice, my son, to pick them up or to leave them, but beware of the purpose you put them to.

Confessions from Dolphos, Part 1 posted:

What's the use of gowns? What good is the gold from rings? Only the purity of silver that once was embellished possesses the grace of Miracle. Silver should not be seen, it should not be worn on the outside of the body, but on the inside: let it embellish the flesh, let it adorn the skin.

Lyrics to 'Zarabanda of the Safe Haven' posted:

"Our relief comes from pain
Our relief comes from punishment

Our relief has no forgiveness
Our relief has no salvation

Hence I'm intoning this song
That's why I grieve in my heart."