Almost Xanadu

I used to understand Xanadu as or of someplace, Wherein the nature maiden fashion parades at her best; I asked, later: can't this be a guild of people of grace, Who, like angels, serves each creature, and thus, becomes blessed...? In the works of the Missionaries of Charity, lo, I found the answer to the question of my constant search; Can you cleanse the decayed wounds of lepers and make them glow, With God's grace, that goes beyond the Holy Catholic Church...? They picked the half-dead from the streets and nursed them well, Cared as though any mothering instinct caring for young; Made them realize what's heaven and what, truly, is hell, Thus, filled the oxygen of new birth in their decayed lung...! Opting to care for such I found my Xanadu so plain, Utopianism gave way; I, joyfully, sooth their pain...!!! 19 June 2023