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
into a kind companion.
Her voice was more the still small sound of heaven
she did not shatter
but gently bathed her listener with the kindest of words.
She will not be recalled by the writers’ of history
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.