I wish you to know the love you offer to others…and I wish I could help that to happen.
Praying with Sr. Thea surrounded by love…seeking Spirit’s groanings that we may continue the work of liberation
…Jesus wasn’t counting.
A flower looks out, radiating the loving goodness it has received. I want to be a flower.
Unrequested grace the gift to receive, I stand on the edge of an unknown river…and jump in.