Across the miles, beneath a foreign sky,
I swallow tears and watch the days go by.
The work is hard, the distance breaks my heart,
So far from those who tear my world apart.
Yet in the quiet of a lonely room,
Your mercy, Lord, dispels the heavy gloom.
I pray for strength to let all anger go,
To wash away the bitterness and woe.
For missteps made, for words that caused them pain,
I seek Your grace to make us whole again.
My faith becomes my solid ground,
Where healing peace and fortitude are found.
Though oceans part me from my children’s smiles,
Your love sustains me through the weary miles.
I light a candle, place my trust in you,
And find the grace to start my day anew.
With Rosary in hand, I stand secure,
A faithful servant, steadfast and pure.
For by your cross, I learn to lift my load,
And walk with hope along this lonely road
Gloria Ruiz
