I have a hard time throwing away cards and letters from patients and co-workers. Every now and then, I probably need to watch the show "Hoarders, Buried Alive" to keep me on track. Today, however, as I was rummaging through lots of 'stuff'... I found a lovely surprise.
Ferreting through volumes of papers, querying do I really, seriously needed to keep them all? (Really, probably not but yes I will). I came across this poem, which I will post for safe keeping and to share with others who may too find inspiration from the words.
This is a simple reminder by 'Saint Therese of Lisieux' also known as 'Little Flower of Jesus'. She became a nun at age 15 joining the cloistered Carmelite community in Lisieux, Normandy. She died of tuberculosis at age 24.
As a nurse, I am shocked and humbled, that one so young died of tuberculosis, that she could sacrifice so much and write so beautifully in such a short time. This touches and humbles me. Here are her words...
"Christ has no body on earth but ours,
No hands but ours,
No feet but ours.
Ours are the eyes through which the compassion of Christ must look out on the world.
Ours are the feet with which He is to go about doing good.
Ours are the hands which He is to bless His people."
~ Therese of Lisieux ~
What will we leave behind us of eternal significance,
I wonder?
