The Gift of Love

The Gift of Love

My thoughts of you are fair as precious stones

out of the memory’s deep mysterious mines.

I cut and polish, hold the gems to light-

colour of sea water, colour of wines,

coaxed from the earth’s sweetest fruits.

I drop them down

into my heart, into the lifted hands

of love whose only concern is your renown.

Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit OCD (Jessica Powers)

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