Poem for Respect Life Sunday
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When I asked God how I could hold my empty arms
and carry what isn�t there,
this is what he said: Rest.
Rest and let me remember you.
I loved you then and I love you now.
I made you full and whole.
I made you laughter and noise,
busy and quiet.
But most of all
I made you holy
and I named you �My Love�.
Rest, My Love and let your arms be filled;
I am �The Gentlest of Cradlings�.Nuala
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