Veronica’s Gift

close-up of girl crying

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.

© Rev’d. Sr. Sandra Sears CSBC
13th October 2016


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