And creased face went to Sugar Creek,Your eyes speaking hope, Your ears compassion.
Others preached,You prayed. Others taught wise truths, You played with children,Smiled at them and held a small Bird in your lap, Hid a frightened child in your skirt folds,Wound your ancient time-piece once Again before child’s-gaze,Amazed.
You blessed the prairie ChurchWith your true presence.Then with your old bodyAnd beads smooth-wornWent home to die.You with your old hands.
Judith Brown, RSCJ
