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| Sister Morena Sanchez |
After months of service and weeks of devotion
She’ll step on that plane and come ‘cross the ocean.
Awash in nerves and drenched in delight
She’ll come down that hall at the end of her flight.
We’ll be pacing the floor and biting our nails,
Trying to see past the guards and rails.
For a glimpse of her profile, her shadow, her hair;
Any possible thing to know that she’s there.
Then that moment will come when we see her face
That precious daughter, back home, in her place.
With drums in our chests and a sting in our eyes
The count down to seconds, the sun in the skies,
We’ll reach out our arms as she comes through the door
Choke back the sobs and run cross the floor.
Then with arms wrapped around her in a heavenly grasp,
We’ll thank our dear Father, she is home at last!
(*This poem is written by Melinda Sanchez, LDS member and it is dedicated to her daughter missionary, Sister Morena Sanchez who has served 18 months of missionary work here in the Philippines and she has served briefly in our place, La Carlota. Sister Sanchez will be home a week from today.)
