Margaret Delashmit, Guest Contributor

Trailing streams of glory you arrived—
Captured our hearts with your helpless kitten cry

Perfection seldom comes without flaws
So with you—
Yet like the oyster
You took the sand life gave you
And created pearls.

Your quiet love, gentle smiles,
Stubborn refusal to accept defeat
When you seemed so utterly defeated
Your untutored music soared
Filling us with awe and praise.

Slowly you became Isaiah’s sheepfold
To comfort us.
Bound us together with your ropes of love

When Christ shall come you will depart
Trailing streams of pearls in your wake.