And in blessing himI was blessed,And in comforting himI was comforted…

[Mary] says her memories Will help those of usNewly come to our Lord’s mercy,To live in His light.

As I leave the gardenI take with me a renewed view,And a quiet soul.

May every voice proclaim thy praise.And every knee bow in thy presenceThe tangible promise of our faith.May thy Charity, like a mantle, Lift us to God on high.

Your job is to abide in my pastureEating sweet grass and drinking pure water,And sharing both with others—That is a lamb’s business.

But never has the Call been so clearAs now, when death’s cool handEases my spirit from my fevered body–And I answer the Call of the Master—The Call to new Heights.