By Sister Angela Fellin

seasons flee into
    the dawn of sunscape
disappear in the shadows
    of aging, bending
to the sound of chords
    playing our farewell song

but we the elders of the clan
    stand up to the fears
proudly claim the days of now
    and live in the light
of God as we gaze into the
    end times with hope

— Painting by Sister Angela Fellin: Used With Permission