For My Sister

I see a Santa Fe upon its rail; It deviates not to the left nor right, Nor hills, nor miles, nor weather can prevail Upon its constant task come day or night. I see a Christian running the long race Who never shirks the hard work to be done, In spite of tribulations she must face, Blesséd is she to glorify God’s Son. I see a faithful mother, wife, and daughter Who brings to mind these Scriptures I now read: “Go in my name and give cold cups of water, Extending to the needy a kind deed.” For one whose deeds upon good deeds get blurred I think that ‘saint’ is not too high a word. [In the U.S, 'Santa Fe' is a well-known railway. The words translate to 'holy faith'] Written in 2016