OUR LADY OF PITY

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