~She Chose Peace~
She chose peace.
So when the fools of this world,
The challenges of this day
And the hardships of this life
All rallied against her,
Nothing could take from her
What she had.
She chose peace.
So when dignity became a call
Grace became an opportunity
Poise and Distinction
Were the jewels of her spirit
And nothing had the power
To reduce her.
She lined her life with the satin
Of good graces.
Her wealth was not something she possessed,
It was something she was.
And cut to the bone,
It was all real.
All the way through.
Onlookers were only slightly surprised
At the truth behind the suspicions…
Because they all stood by
And watched this tender spirit,
This gentle soul…
Cut to the bone.
Torn, and suffering, and alone…
And yet, in the end
Those things which she placed in her spirit
Those things with which she filled her being
Those traits which she used to create who she was
Stood through the very final moments.
She left hell with the quiet dignity
With which she lived it.