My life is woven cloth;
imperfect,
disfigured at times
by unloveliness;
but it is all I have to offer.
And this I do,
tearfully,
only to find it hallowed
by the imprint of your face.
imperfect,
disfigured at times
by unloveliness;
but it is all I have to offer.
And this I do,
tearfully,
only to find it hallowed
by the imprint of your face.
© Rev’d. Sr. Sandra Sears CSBC
13th October 2016
Christmas Poems
Easter Poems
Ash Wednesday
Maundy Thursday
Good Friday
- Praetorium
- Blood and Bone
- Veronica’s Gift
- Strung-Between
- Crucifix
Holy Saturday
Easter Day
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