Quiet little
Charis lived alone outside Rome,
Pulling weeds
and keeping her bees
And spinning her
wheel. Her prayers were unceasing,
Her gifts for
the poor unstinting, her presence
At the church
services as fixed as the icon
Of the
Savior. Stung by the fiery, beautiful
rays
Of the virtues
that streamed out from her, the idolators
Went berserk: . .
.
The rest is at https://www.newenglishreview.org/articles/quiet-charis/.
--
Holy Ælfred the
Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema to the
Union!
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