Sisters Of St. Joseph's Hospital Poem by Francie Lynch

I recognized her familiar gait
As she left ambulatory care
At Bluewater Health,
Once St. Joseph's Hospital.
She was a group member.
Her spring showed her hope
In the gods within,
And faith in her God without.
A surety in her higher power.
The Sisters had long ago retreated
To the Mother House,
Mission accomplished,
No longer caring for the sick and worried.
The civilians marched in,
Diagnosing annuities,
Giving change.
I share her faith crossing bridges,
Or waiting for autumn's bulbs
To sprout and flower.
The Sisters wait for Pentecost,
For the whosh and whirl
Of expectant salvation
They once ministered.