You closed your eyes after giving a new dimension to kindness to love after stretching your arms beyond your own body to touch a sufferer to soothe a wounded soul.
You closed your eyes to grow wings of cherubs so they would take you sooner to mitigate hunger and ease agony as if your mission would never be over as if you would not be allowed to rest.
They called you Mother because a heart in pain always came first because you were there for every need.
So small yet so strong and determined.
Your boundless energy moved mountains to shape the indifference of men and you gathered the hands of the world to build a new sunrise.
You - miracle maker - had a vision and guided your faith to accomplish your dream which was our dream to imprint a difference to restore a weakened peace to seed a never-ending love.
Now you are traveling up and up beyond the clouds with the chant of angels until you become light
and return particle by particle to fill with tenderness all the corners of grief.
You closed your eyes
- I know - to design a new task to reach a new heaven to defeat all death.
And that is how saints are born.