Poem by Stella L. Luna
THORN IN THE FLESH
“One who has not suffered
has an empty soul , void of life ;
like a vine apart from the branch.
For it is by the “thorn “ , that we cry
out and kiss the feet of Him Most
Worthy, and wipe them with tears;
like a. dear longs for water,
the soul yearns for Him
who takes away her fears .”
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