A Poem For Pat

Who Pat was is what we miss.
A lady described like this:
Thoughtful, with a caring heart.
She made servanthood an art.
Sensitive to other's needs.
Diligent with mundane deeds.
Wisdom of her words? Immense.
Her Ph.D? In "Common Sense."
Advised many through the years
by listening with her heart, not ears.
Not just her sons were mothered;
All she met, she "one-anothered."
Meek in spirit, not pretentious.
Easy -going, not contentious.
Creative as an organizer,
Priceless to her supervisor.
Who can calculate her worth?
She leaves a vacuum on the earth.
Though none of us understands,
Christ welcomes Pat with nail-scarred hands.
We mourn.  Losing her is grim.
Yet Pat's all smiles, praising Him.

  Terry Powell - December 4