She has heard the call of destiny
In the voices of those who weep.
She has seen the vision of her calling
In the eyes of those shackled in suffering.

These struggling, these suffering, these needy
Speak to her as Love on the cross.
And she, as Love, yearns to calm their sorrow,
Ease their pain, dry their tears,
She seeks to offer them the balm of compassion.

Yet in a far deeper way
To a more profound fashion
They touch and heal her leprosy--
Of fear, pride, and self-certitude.
They are the Love
Who makes her, remakes her whole.

Love, in her reaching out to others
Let her not forget her own poverty,
Her own inner wounds.
May she bring Your presence to others
That she may receive Your healing touch in return.