OUR LADY OF PITY
Well
if one morning
we
robe with her pitiful patience,
woven
of love and long memories of pain,
then
will the world seem strangely young,
and
we be lost to anger.
“Little
ones,” we shall cry,
“Here
is your Mother. Come home.”
Sister
M Julian RSM
In: The Refuge of Beauty. 1954
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