Sister, make me laugh...
Fill my life with blooming sunflowers.
My eyes are heavy with sorrow,
and I feel an overwhelming urge to laugh.
I don’t know if this sorrow comes
from not seeing you again,
or from our withered hearts
that no longer speak as one.
Sister, make me laugh,
and let the holy anointing
of your blessed hand
wipe away the tears I’ve shed.
Sister, you know love well—
They say love is vast and deep,
They say love comes from God,
and so we also ought to love one another.
I don’t even know why I long to laugh—
Perhaps it is the desire to see you again,
Or the love that binds us evermore.
Sister,
Fill my life with blooming sunflowers…