"I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter." Hound of Heaven
Saturday, August 15, 2009
spirituality of the street
I hope to subscribe to and I am begging for that grace to be given me to have that spirituality that do not only have hands clasped in holy embrace and feet that knelt down in loving adoration of the saving presence of Christ in the Eucharist but also in a spirituality that do have hands dirtied and dignified by laboring with and callused feet that journeys with in loving adoration of the saving presence of Jesus in the ravaged bodies of his people…
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