We are every woman,
Every age, color, every walk of life.
We carry babies and choir books and briefcases and canes.
We wear many fashions, emotions, and thoughts.
Yet, through the seasons of this life
We all walk up the winding road
To the Light…
A constant angelic glow calls our hearts;
We are unknowing angels for God,
Homeward bound believers or not,
Each of us a distinctive divine spark
Strengthened in its divine glow
When together we share
The Journey.