Messenger of Peace
In death we saw her life
As well as any story could have told.
In death we witnessed her strength
As we had not
Ever recognized or defined in
We struggle not to believe
Her fate is ours.
We take our time and wonder where she went.
And then we see her;
There, upon the battlefield of our souls.
And then, we see her upon the crest of our rage.
And there she is
Regulating the irregular patterns of our tenuous lives.
So, in her death,we recognize her strength as peace
And we lower our heads in shame;
And even then, as she left,
Her power and strength regulated the
Irregular patterns of our tenuous lives.
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