Spirituality is a way
To connect with God without stray
Doesn't have to be when you pray
You who is made of divine clay
Like Ignatius O' Loyola discovered
In a hospital bed wounded and tired
Bored
With no literature he was fond of,
Had to read the available,
Like forced medication of cough
Dominic and Francis, him inspired
Torn he between seducing a woman - lusting,
And that of serving God - everlasting
Thence for the everlasting he aspired
Within himself he discerned spirits
Ignatius, like calves hop, escaped pits
Thence that self-scrutiny formed,
Yes, formed - The Examen
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