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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