after a torment like this (which I can well recognise,
as thoughts and life tug away at the peace I crave)
...there is loving devotion too.
O blessed Mary
to have such a sweet arm encirling your neck
I enter into that same bliss when my boys do the same
Jesus is to be found in everyone
and His look and touch melts my heart...
Was watching a young toddler being shepherded off the train by his doting father
and realised Jesus' body was so exquisitely fresh and small once too.
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