Our beloved Mother Agnes breathed her last Sunday evening as we were singing the last office of the day in church. We all gathered in her room to sing Compline with her one last time: "And now at last all-powerful Master, you give leave to your servant to go in peace, according to your promise..." (Luke 2:29)
Mother Agnes went home to God after a long struggle with Alzheimers and Parkinsons. Here is a poem she wrote some years ago, when she began to notice her loss of memory.
HAVE FAITH IN GOD AND FAITH IN ME Life’s candle burns lower now, flickering it drips over words, I search for syllables to fit my thought, I cannot find them. I stumble where no bump is and lose my rational path and wonder “Where was I?”
I AM THE WAY Quickly the conversation vanishes behind, it’s blank ahead, I’m islanded. I grope to speak the solid truth I knew but brain can’t breach impediment to speech with this dim light.
I AM THE TRUTH Fear descends, a cloud would shroud my living heart while fog of sadness tries to rise. The landmark trees are greying out.
DO NOT LET YOUR HEART BE TROUBLED Will vapors meet and will I disappear swallowed alive by wordless dark fog forever grey while my candle sputters on?
I AM THE LIGHT O Lord, here is my candle. Blow it out. I am no better than my father in my fear. I ask no more of words than YES. But while I still have consciousness I would not slip away ungiven!