Moulding and Transforming Us

She left and we seemed left alone

To face the fruitlessness of days

With hearts of love imperfect grown

Remembering her perfect face,

Her feet that we had often kissed

And hands that blessed the unworthy head.

Her body of light is sorely missed

Though to our spirits She has wed

Her greater light and greater love,

Her power that now dwells in us

Here on this earth, not far above

Moulding and transforming us.