A Whispered Calling
In a tiny room all her own,
At three, she spoke to God alone.
Two brothers laughed down the hall,
Parents’ voices, steady, small.
No friend to share her thoughts or dreams,
Yet in her whispers, holy streams
Flowed from a heart both pure and bright,
A quiet flame, a gentle light.
Fourth grade brought a silver spark—
A girl on screen, a calling marked.
A nun’s kind smile, a dream took flight,
A glimpse of robes and sacred light.
Bread and wine, a symbol near,
Yet she longed for something clear.
A true body, a faith to find,
A deeper path within her mind.
Years of learning, searching, prayer,
Led her to a life rare and fair.
Catholic faith embraced her soul,
And five more years fulfilled the goal.
Now she walks in quiet grace,
A holy life, a sacred place.
From whispered prayers in a tiny room,
To halls where lilies ever bloom.
A life once dreamed, now fully known,
Her whispered calling, love has grown.
A Whispered Calling (for her Funeral)
In a tiny room, all her own,
At three, she spoke to God alone.
Two brothers laughed across the hall,
Her parents’ voices steady, small.
No friend to share her secret dreams,
Yet in her whispers, holy streams
Flowed from a heart both pure and bright,
A quiet flame, a gentle light.
Fourth grade brought a silver spark—
A girl on screen, a calling marked.
A nun’s kind smile, a dream took flight,
A glimpse of robes and sacred light.
Bread and wine, a symbol near,
Yet she longed for something clear.
Years of study, prayer, and grace,
Led her to a holy place.
Robes and vows, her calling known,
From whispered prayers, her love has grown.
A life once dreamed, now fully shown,
A heart in God, forever home.
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