The arms of love
never break anything.
They only mend the ones
with the broken wings,
the ones who have been grounded.
These wounded birds have so little;
yet they ache to fly.
I see their healers
bringing healing to the wounded,
binding up broken lives.
They offer hope to the hopeless
and make the fractured whole.
These wounded ones step through
the doors of Providence
and enter a world of God's grace.
These halls hold wealth of mind
and they hold health of soul.
The Sisters began this God-given mission.
And, now these with their broken wings
have found a home where they can rest.