I met my sister yesterday
Her eyes were stories lived and true
I sat, she spoke, in foreign tongue
And yet these words I somehow knew
She moved in courage, grace from God
Her voice, once lost, now reaching ears
I felt Her promise fill the air
A life of faith devoid of fears
She fights a fight with arms of peace
Weapon words of love and trust
Liberation on her lips
Knowing that His life was just
Her story marked by work of soil
Hand has loved her mother's ground
She carries burdens from the well
Yet to them she has not been bound
She watches, waits, but knows her strength
She fills her children's hearts with hope
She walks through life in steady faith
Climbing hardship's trying slope
Her eyes hold secret happiness
Shared with those who want to see
She pulls and stretches me within
By stories she has shared with me
Her pain she wears with Christ-like strength
Knowing He will make her whole
These scars of poverty she bears
Have shaped, but not defined her role
I know that I will never feel
The fullness of my sister's heart
But she and I are side by side
Together though we're worlds apart
-C. O'Connell-
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