Saturday, March 4, 2017

My soul, soiled, dusty (Pax)

 Mayhap, my soul’s 
Like that.  It seems 
To me soiled, dusty, 
Earth-rolled, a shabby 
Mat.  Unfinished, 
Knotted.  Yet some 
Day God’s deep 
Eyes will unveil 
The wondrous colors 
Of his slow weaving 
Work, and shake 
It free of all 
The dust and 
Stains of my 
Earth’s gathering. 
The Sacred Heart Messenger, 
October 1962 

 Image source (Photograph of hands weaving a Tongan mat)

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