Philippine
They
called her "The Woman Who Always Prays,"
And
so she did...
She
did not know then, but her life was a prayer.
She
did not know then that,
like God,
she
was great enough to fail.
But
she does matter, this Woman Who Always Prays.
Still
she treads the
wheat fields
Of
the America she did not understand;
She
understands it
now; God understands
even America.
She
nurtured the
burgeoning harvest,
was
the grain of
wheat that died.
She,
lonely at eighty, walked in solitude.
Toiled
at the sparse wheat field when there was no rain,
Little
seed;
But
God was the seed,
the rain and
the growth of the wheat in silence.
And
this field of
the Society, washed
by two oceans, mapped
the
faith of Philippine;
Believing
when there was no rain, little seed, sparse ground.
Believing
that the wheat
would spring.
Working
for the impossible harvest.
~
Janet Reberdy, RSCJ
(1923-2008)
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