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