The Temple of the Four Winds: Reprise, Bluestars

Heloise de la Vachebobois, nee Alphonsine...( with the relinquishing of a former political career in le canton de Vaude la Desosser; changed her first name to Heloise, in honour of one of her medieval heroines ).
Heloise then took orders to become a 'bride of Christ'; en effet, betrothed to almighty god; Le dieu Sacree-. The abstract concept-, fantastic in its' sense of import and moment of a divine covenant with the almighty; filled a yawning void in terms of her reasoning intellect, coupled with an overweening sense of missionary zeal and purpose, generously slaked with the pungent mortar of righteous indignation.
She joined les Soeurs de la 'Couvent de la Sang Precieux'- as a willing votaress and supplicant to the order-, and despite the distinct reference in the naming of the convent, to the physicality of lifes blood, and by proxy , the body of the church through which it flowed; ( directly to God ), - her sensibilities forever eschewed and denied any corporeal or sensual awareness in terms of physical bodily feeling or function as an integral part of animal nature.
Such a thought would be anathema to Heloise, who secretly loathed her body , and all or any reference to the taint of human flesh, ( save through the substantive metaphorical symbolism and iconography of the Catholic faith, through which the interminable filth ; ( as she saw it ), of humanity in general could be saved and purified.
Indeed , she took pains to dress and undress herself in darkness, avoiding all vanities such as mirrors and window glass-, even going so far as to disturb the placid reflective drinking pool of La Fontaine de la Vierge des'eaux; before her face could appear in it when fetching water. This ancient well stood at the centre of the cloistered quad of la Couvent , and was its only source of fresh water, besides the ten rain butts that caught the celestial run off for the needs of le potager and flower gardens so well tended by la vielle Soeur Agathe and her charges.
In short , Heloise studiously avoided any reminder of her rather plain and unprepossessing visage. Instead, she threw herself wholeheartedly into devotional service of her dear Lord Jesu- and almighty God- the Holy Ghost and the sacred blessed Virgin.
She was a paragon of virtue, and the Abess , La mere Marjolaine Valdevendage' was quietly overjoyed to have such a willing servant, a tireless worker and a shining example of religious devotion to all members of the convent; not least, the novice students of divinity, of whom eventually, Heloise undertook to inculcate in the saintly ways and means of the order.
Years passed, Heloise became known throughout the wider community as a defender of the faith, - and also a highly vocal , political and social commentator on any and every issue that could be brought to her attention. She would despatch her council to all and sundry in the village market place in an opinionated black and white, either/or approach to legislation , reinforcing the rigidity of her self righteous certainties on all issues with the ancient trope of penance and reward; backing up her moral ultimatums with oft quoted scripture and the biblical decree and threat of Almighty God...the sacrificial passion of Christ, his suffering for the sins (entire) of all humanity, and the impending neccessity for the world to repent of its sins in preparation for universal judgement and the Celestial Rapture.

One of Soeur de la Vachebobois' many tasks was as keeper and guardian of the Sacristy and all its devotional contents. Oft of an evening after Vespers, she would stand rapt and in piteous tears of anguish combined with a strange elation and joy, gazing upwards at the lifesize Christe Sacree; a painted and carved crucifixion in wood , ivory and polychrome waxes, so lifelike in its contorted agonies, stigmata, and dripping ruby drops of onset. Holding her own ivory crucifix and rosary close to her heaving bosom, she marveled at the fortitude and omnipotence of this divine being who overcame the lowly goals of his torturers, now burning in eternal hellfire... and he the chosen one, the righteous son of god immaculate rose from the dead to save the world from sin. Candlelight flickered and caressed the glowing tautness of his straining sinews, glistening with the torturous sweaty weight of his own body, his tilting head , eyes upraised to his father in heaven, the ell shaped line of his neck, dripping streams of blood that directed the gaze downwards to his prominent painted nipples, further down to a washboard abdomen attenuated to his draped loins, where the ragged linen, (his mean and meagre raiment) , protruded in a knotted bulge that bespoke an earthly genesis.
Heloise ; overcome with emotion, clasped his feet in both her hands and kissed them repeatedly with salty tear stained lips and roving and reverent hands in exalted supplication, while uttering numerous feverish whispered devotions of undying love, service and eternal faith.