By Sister Sarah Ruth Foster
I spread my poncho wide
And beckoned my soul take rest
In a piercing gaze it held me
Uneasy by the queer request
Silently we remained in expectation
Of that which neither one knew
Like a work in patient progress
Before its creator is through
When slowly, cautiously my heart settled
And courage made present its place
The tear-stained words I uttered
From shame transformed into grace
A grace amazing and musical
Its melody comforting and known
Freely in love unconditional
I knew I’d finally come home