Saint Joyce

One of those Church Saints died this week, This is for her. 

She didn’t look like you’d expect

and she did not perform miracles to order

but in her company disorder

was re-ordered

into a kind companion.

Her voice was more the still small sound of heaven

on earth,

she did not shatter

but gently bathed her listener with the kindest of words.

She will not be recalled by the writers’ of history

and yet,

yet,

she is the saint who sat and watched

over a beloved community for God.

Not as mother superior but as a superior mother,

who does not pass unregarded.

Her seat sits empty and yet I look up and see her watching over,

praying for sister and brother.

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