They ran the race, sometimes battered and worn,
but always sustained by their faith and grace,
knowing the day would come, and they’d be done.
Thy will done, earthly cares in better view,
they’d lay down all they carried, all they held.
Gone, so it seems, more than wind came their way.
Left with love in their hearts, and on their minds,
pure as saints, these souls in great shape proceed,
with everything gained, and not a bit lost.

“We become what we love and who we love shapes what we become.” – St. Clare of Assisi