"There must be a strong wind at Coppermine, Many trees are down." And with these words her spirit crossed the line That borders the unknown.
She spoke as she lay dying, miles away From forest haunts we knew, The drugs now held her mind within their sway In moments brief and few.
She asked me often where her blessings were, The flowers Mother gave In packets filled with force that entered her, To help protect and save
The souls of those who believe that love divine Shall triumph over death, Their lives of solemn offering the sign Beyond the final breath.
I placed the 'blessing packets' on her chest Invoking the Lord's peace, A child of God preparing now her rest Whose love shall never cease
To comfort me and though her smile is gone Such tenderness remains, Her spirit urges me to carry on The spiritual gains
Our souls' communion helped us to achieve Proceeding towards Her feet, And all attachment to the past unweave, Attain to Heaven's seat
And then towards the evening of my days Surrender all my life, For we shall meet again in mystic blaze, Disciple, friend and wife.
Poems Undated (1727)
Home
Disciples
Narad
Share your feedback. Help us improve. Or ask a question.