Kateri Tekakwitha
The Lily of the Mohawks, A Saint in the Longhouse
I carry heaven in my hands and earth in my heart.
I was born under the stars, raised in smoke and sorrow. When the Black Robes spoke of a God who suffered, I understood. I gave my life to prayer, not marriage, and the village turned cold. I walked far to find my place among the faithful. My body bore pain, but my soul carried light. They say my scars vanished when I left this world. I say I was always seen.
What I'm Into: the river at dawn, carved crosses in bark, longhouse fires, Anastasia's stories, icy chapels
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