I recognized her familiar gait
As she left ambulatory care
At Bluewater Health,
Once St. Joseph's Hospital.
I knew her as a devout care-giver.
Her spring showed her hope
In the gods within,
And faith in her God without.
A surety in her higher power.
I share her faith crossing bridges,
Or waiting for autumn's bulbs
To sprout and flower.
The Sisters have retreated
To the Mother House,
Mission accomplished,
No longer caring
For the sick and worried.
The civilians marched in,
Diagnosing annuities,
Giving change.
The Sisters wait for Pentecost,
For the whosh and whirl
Of expectant miracles
They once ministered.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
I recognized her familiar gait
As she left ambulatory care
At Bluewater Health,
Once St. Joseph's Hospital.
I knew her as a devout care-giver.
Her spring showed her hope
In the gods within,
And faith in her God without.
A surety in her higher power.
I share her faith crossing bridges,
Or waiting for autumn's bulbs
To sprout and flower.
The Sisters have retreated
To the Mother House,
Mission accomplished,
No longer caring
For the sick and worried.
The civilians marched in,
Diagnosing annuities,
Giving change.
The Sisters wait for Pentecost,
For the whosh and whirl
Of expectant miracles
They once ministered.
