"At first these poor people appear disgusting with their sores, their stumps, their deformed faces.

Later on one enters into God's Light achieving a real friendship with them.
They become loving people and one notices their patient resignation.

No Longer do you love them for God's sake, nor because they help one to give in charity, but because they become one's own dear friends.

I hope you can understand what I mean. It is a wonderful experience."

(Dr. Luisa Guidotti)

Bereft of Solitude My spirit stands At point Of being murdered by it's lack, My breathing bursts For freedom From the bands Of converse binds my being Front and back; Being alone To me is company With love The Fount of Life In all that lives, The Triune Lord Accords in unity Of solitary God As good He gives; Consult The self-sufficiency Of God And leap From out the chains Constraining man To think Him Lord Of every step He's trod,- Call the tune, Piper, And enwall to plan: Heavenly Pan, Loose me from earthly bonds Of cloying pleasure Whereat joy desponds. 'In medico ecclesiae remain Amidst your Mistress Miriam and reign.'

For you are homeless, save God keeps your heart.