... than in spring warm morning light to run through sleepy sidewalks, the rosary silently deeply on the lips and pleasantly heavy in hand, to be in a wind jacket pocket, and so completely unrecognized contemplative, middle of the world close to God, grateful for the light, warmth, love, happy in his security and humanity, but nervously happy occasions now and again perceive wanting to serve Him to let His will be done.
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