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.
--Pax
The Sacred Heart Messenger,
October 1962
Image source (Photograph of hands weaving a Tongan mat)
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