महिला गरीबी Mahila
I prayed for her when I was 17, having glimpsed something of her sacredness on the feast of St. Anthony of Egypt – go sell everything. Everything! Anthony heard and acted immediately on the Word. As St. Francis did later. I heard and took my time but yearned as I yearn for the sea, as I yearn for God himself and sought her out over the years, associating with many of her companions along the way. But her I did not find for forty or more years. Mahila, Lady Poverty, Sacred Poverty in Person. Beautiful Simplicity.
And then, there she was in a church on a wet January evening when the cold darkness was deep and all pervading.
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