Sorrow hollows like a powerful river
Pain carves like a sharp knife
Grief pounds like hands kneading dough
We are made ready by suffering accepted.
Come, emptied and carved out
Kneaded and softened
Gather together in one desire
And summon the Fire of Heaven Drawn by our supplication
To purify us in our sorrow
To fill what has been hollowed
To conduct those who will follow The Holy Spirit Comes!
Mother Clare, CFR