Our lives are very different,

Though many ways the same.

We’re daughters, mothers, grandmas.

We all know joy and pain.

Our struggles, fears and triumphs

Are all part of the plan.

There are days our hears just know we can’t,

But our Father knows we can.

One sister fighting loneliness,

One sister lives in pain.

One sister thinks she’ll lose her mind,

if the toddler screams again.

One sister makes a phone call.

One gives a kindly word of praise.

One sister stops to say hello

and brightens an otherwise dreary day.

One sister offers to bring a meal.

One sister shares a smile,

and stops to listen to frustration’s voice

and tarries for a while.

The thing about these sisters,

each one a unique creation,

Their lives are very different,

each at different stations.

But deep inside, a feeling swells,

a gift so precious and divine.

A love that runs deep within the soul,

A love we’re sent to seek and find.

The Pure Love of Christ

That urges all to share the heavy load.

A gift most priceless, given to us,

to help make easier the road.

Our lives are very different,

Though sisters all are we…

May we all search deeply and answer the call

To be filled with Charity.