Love has a hem to her garment
That reaches the very dust.
It sweeps the stains
From the streets and lanes,
And because it can, it must.
-Poem describing St. Fabiola
For Reflection:
How dusty has my hem gotten in service of others?
Love has a hem to her garment
That reaches the very dust.
It sweeps the stains
From the streets and lanes,
And because it can, it must.
-Poem describing St. Fabiola
For Reflection:
How dusty has my hem gotten in service of others?
