Old Woman Saint by Judith Brown, RSCJ

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