By Cara E. Ruegg Here is a compilation of poetry I've written over the years, some when I was in the convent and some after I left. CaraRuegg Photography The poem below I wrote for a University assignment in the convent. It was around this time that I was struggling to let go of the thought of a child of my own. I was trying desperately to cling to the idea of my spiritual children since, as we know, all women are called to be mothers even those in the convent. The one thing that really hurt me though was the thought that while they were my spiritual children, I was not really known to them as a mother, which, though wholly natural, did hurt me. The life of a Sister requires you supernaturalize your love and, of course, with God's help you certainly can, but it is at times a great struggle when you still have a weak, human nature. A mother of the world. I kneel. The rain drips down the glass. A mother of the world. Unknown. The children outside laugh.