Do we realize our immense dignity
as children of God?
That we are
with the coals of divine love
burning in our souls
as walking tabernacles
of the Holy Spirit?
Every touch, every gesture
should be one of love
as done by one bearing an immense treasure,
a wealth of gleaming gold
inside a simple earthen vessel.
How then our work can be an act of worship
done in union with God within us
with the delicacy of one in love.
May we glow with this warmth
bringing affection to all we encounter
and the joy of being children of God
ever in His presence.
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