Faith without dirty hands is meaningless.
Dig just a little and feel the creed of life,
buried in the sand.
Rub it between your fingers,
play with it some,
smell its sweet rawness.
There's life there,
for sure.
Burrow down.
Persevere till you find the roots.
Harvest the bounty, it's there for a reason.
Fear not,
water will wash your hands clean.
Stabat Mater, the Hymn of the Virgin of Sorrows
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Devotion to the Sorrows of the Virgin Mary originated in German-speaking
lands in the early 15th-century, partly as a response to the iconoclasm of
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