Like Dorcas your death means so much to the community of faith.
Your skilled hands knew how to sew, how to make the edges
Stay together. Putting beauty into the Pastor's stoles,
Giving back by teaching other women how to start.
Your job was not finished yet in a world where men
Only learn this skill. It brings up how much younger our
Sisters are a world away when they die. How much they
Are denied and when they do flourish, by chance
They are lost too soon to the community that needs their
Gift to continue on. So the sadness is deep as I wrap the
Blue stole around my neck, Mary's color, Mothers Union.
United by the experience of having been beside all of you.
Rest in peace and rise in glory sister Joy,
we will miss your gift.