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A prayer by the sainted Dorothy Kerin from her own notebook:
By the bruising of my whole life,
strengthen me with sympathy
for every wounded soul,
and let my prayers be as balm
for the wounds of thy children,
that they may be healed.
And here is another blessing for you, dear reader, from Dorothy Kerin's vision of the Garden and of the weeds concerning which she writes:
"After some years, I was unhappy in my heart, that I had done so badly, with difficulties and how badly I had used the grace given me.
"I was in prayer, when I found myself in the Garden. I had not been there for some time and there was a difference. It was fuller of flowers, and the scent more exquisite. Our Lady was there. She took my hand for she knew how bewildered I was about things. She led me to different plants. Her tears were still wet on them. Then I was alone. I saw a heap of weeds Our Lady must have pulled up. Then the Holy Spirit showed me everything I had done to produce these weeds, since the King made the garden. The stem of the Hope plant has a tendril clutching it, the weed was fear, the Charity weed was judging, the Faith plant was despair. Then I knelt down on the grass and confessed my faults to the King of the Garden. It is impossible to tell you the joy that forgiveness brought me."
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