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I think that this is going to be a Jessica Powers Advent. Here's another poem from the 1940's.
I hold my heart as a gourd filled with love,
ready to pour upon humanity,
not that I see each one as my neighbor
though veiled with strangeness or enmity,
and not that it is my secret minds
multiplied almost to infinity.
Thought this to love a proper cause might be,
not in these words is my love defined.
I hope my heart as a gourd ready to pour
upon all those who live.
Not that I see each one as come from God
and to my soul His representative,
but that God inhabits what He loves
and what His love sustains, and hence I see
in each soul that may brush against my soul
God Who looks out at me.
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