It is time to raise our voices again.
We pray for one of our own.
We visualize her cancer-free.
We project our future — old ladies,
still talking about Rosary Day
and red and gold, together.
It wouldn’t be us without her. 

Divine Presence,
bless our classmate,
our friend, our sister.
May our voices have power
as they did of old,
not to win a pep rally,
but to make real our hopes:
Heal her.
Heal her.