Cure Of Ars - Poem by Saiom Shriver
When the suffering sound
of others' tears
falls into chaliced ears..
them into cheer
The French priest known as the Cure of Ars... his confessional had no judgment, no harsh criticism, only a compassionate reminder that God is Perfect Infinite Love. He often spent 12 hours a day listening and healing, though his preference was solitude.
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