Poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into an idea, then into more tangible action. 
POEM
“Let nothing disturb thee . . .”
This tiny comforting poem was found on a bookmark in Teresa's Breviary.
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