Thought
Rising over strands threefold
That tie with ghostly thread
Requires faith and spirit bold.
Privilege makes no thoroughbred.
Scholar buried deep in books,
Who feeds the doubting minds.
Tirelessly cares in inglenooks,
Where poor and hunger grinds.
Such a saint did live and love,
Spared not health or discipline,
Inspiring students to rise above,
While suffering, giving medicine.
When violent madness took a toll
And shock and anger disappoint,
Only love’s blessings to extoll,
Was his transcendent counterpoint.
Prayer
O Mother of incalculable forms, thou my steady protector, appearing first as a threat and then as a rescuer. First hiding, then revealing. Grant that I may be unmovable in storms, standing in faith and fearless with thee alone.
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