In His Place VI
Behind each act of generosity
There lies a hint of eternity.
That is how I leave my trace;
My seal of love for all.
As when Veronica, filled with grace
Slipped through the guards to wipe my face
I left my mark within her shawl
For every man to behold.
And each time an act of love befall
On any man both great and small,
He forms within him a loving mould
More precious than the purest gold.
Fr. Thomas Flynn, LC