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"Credo"

Confess the lines by which they draw their charts Catch the cartographers. The fa c t is, the most apt articulation Can never capture quite in art The wonder o f a plain, mundane sensation.

Sisters hoping to communicate breathe in breathe out a poem we must translate Linked by relationship. We need a form , a raft, a joyful beacon Compassion s singing incarnate Love's language finding paths to meet and seek in.