The Centre of My Life
THE CENTRE OF MY LIFE.
He holds the loveliness
of all my days
lest I forget,
and stores my sorrows
in the hollows
of His hands.
Then, when I look at Him
I see the graces
of the years:
My joys resplendent
on His countenance,
and in His wounds
the traces of my tears.
Mary McKeone rscj
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