It was not like the quiet, reserved prayers
we say here; It was all out there
in her native Maltese Arabic,
like the call from the minaret,
a whole culture on show, full of suffering,
the baffled incomprehension
of a simple soul: when would God come?
When she was ready, He did:
a loving presence within.
A nobody in the world,
she was loved by God.
That for which she was born
had happened. She gave thanks, deeply.