LUCILLE CLAIRE
(claire is the French word for clear, light. bright)
God made a mountain in fire and might
High above the canyon, with great delight
He set there a green meadow, prepared a holy place
From the start of time, a new chapter of grace.
The Lord waited and pondered through ages long
For someone with a will so united and strong
To work and beg, build a solid house of prayer
Upon His mountain, to stand still with Him there.
When God brought Lucille into this world
He must have known that light would twirl
Around her soul, His fuel of light
Nourishing her life with music bright.
You Lord, guided her youth, a jealous lover
Within her heart, a balm would cover
Lucille’s eyes and mind were guided by truth
As she grew and matured, she needed no proof.
So God brought our ‘Lu’ north to Combermere
She fell in love with the Gospel and Little Mandate clear
For a time she absorbed and lived all that she could
Then Colorado called, to the Rockie’s high, fragrant woods.
Lucille crossed the country setting roots in dry mountains
She knew that the Lord was her clear, living fountain
He brought her to live and to die on this site
With God she wrestled for souls, a long, holy fight.
Our Lady of Tenderness, her daily companion
In Mary’s hands did she strive to always abandon
Year by year she opened her wounded heart to all
So each person who came could hear and answer His call.
Her tools, the Word and silence, prayer and listening
She insisted “Go to God! , His holy Spirit glistening
A spiritual mother at service for rich and poor souls
We’ll not forget your deep faith, and heaven’s high goal.
When finally God called your name one day Lucille Claire
You were with Him on the mountain, a eucharistic prayer
And there your body shall always rest and remain
Until the Resurrection comes, in Christ’s Holy Name.
We will then see the throng, the great living host
Of men and women and children, that you loved the most
priests and nuns, laborers and students tous extraordinaire
You welcomed them all to the clear mountain air.
Your prayer does not cease, a loving intercessor on high
We believe God will use you, in His work you will strive
The Church has great need of heaven and earth’s living witness
As the Mountain waits for another – to honor your greatness.
Lucille Claire, our true friend, Mother, helper and guide
We will miss you, we love you, in God’s mercy abide
Help strengthen our faith and our hands for the Kingdom
Of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit – Trinity, one God, come!
Alleluia!
Scott Eagan
February 1, 2014
Be hidden – be a light to your neighbor’s feet.
Go without fears into the depth of men’s hearts … I shall be your rest.
from The Little Mandate
of
Catherine Doherty
and
Madonna House
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