Her Seashore

Her Seashore

A window frames

a brushy scene

but she asks:

does the sea reside

on the other side..

On quiet evenings

waves of healing

she hears them

breaking 

on her Shore..

Rehabilitation

this her lot..

Remembered pain

the surgeon's stitches

a promised gain..

New movement

she is told

gifts transport

to her sea

again..

Yet for her

for this while

another transport

to her Sea..

Midst her life

of quiet prayer

By her window

her Seashore

She is there…

for Sister Barbara