A - Tender - Hand - Pressing Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
A - Tender - Hand - Pressing
Summer had turned
into a dark and damp
winter, the monotony
of the convent rules
may have set in
along with anxiety
about approaching vows,
and she struggled with
the return of a
stifling scrupulosity.
Still, in this case,
something else was
moving, something
divine, a tender hand
pressing a precious vine.
(The Spiritual Experiences of Mother Teresa)
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