CAUSE OF OUR
JOY
Because of the darkness
she gives me a star
to blaze the trail,
for the way is far.
Because of the glaciers
and drifted snow,
she gives me the warmth
of a fire’s glow.
Because of the crags
on the mountain height,
she gives me a rope
to hold me tight.
Because of the depths,
and the storms above,
she gives me herself
with all her love.
Sister M Philip CSC
In: Laube
1961
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