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A RING OF LOVE
My career began on the day I was placed on the finger
of a young Irish girl.
It was the day she married the love of her life,
a handsome young man from Waterford County.
I was filled with joy as I witnessed
their love for each other.
I sparkled with delight on the day
their only son was born.
I remained on her finger
after her husband died
to remind her that love does not end with death.
It keeps going round and round,
just like me.
The death of this Irish widow
brought me to a new owner,
her granddaughter.
This young woman became a Benedictine Sister,
and asked me to change my appearance
by allowing myself to be melted into her profession ring.
That was a radical adjustment,
but I’m so glad it did it!
Fifty years later
Here I am still riding on her finger
andtelling the world
that love has no ending.
It keeps doing round and round,
just like me.
—Jean Maher, OSB