"Poem to my Brother and Sister"
"Your Sister Was a Hero,"
 (I wish I could tell this to my brother and sister)
"She built a temple to the Gods in Poetry form
And When she was sad she cried like the moon
She was beautiful and meek and mild
like someone that jesus would have died for
In her pain was the beginning of the world
and a hope for all things coming new
she saw a way out not clearly visible
and the antagonist was hunger cold and poverty
her greatest fear was to be homeless
and her next greatest fear was to lose the man she loved
she treaded on paths that no one really fathomed
they were jealous when the called her crazy
she was braver than most men and pretty too
and she is still fighting windmills under the sky
she wakes up and fights battles every day
and it is enough to know she is out there somewhere
still fighting still knowing still beautiful
and nothing has power to take that heart away"
In JEsus' Name,
Amen