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.
The Feast of St Anne 2025
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Come, all creation, let us praise the divinely wise Anna on cymbals and
with psalms, who from her womb gave birth to the divine mountain, and has
passed to...
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