Graceful arms propel her forward
Legs gently float behind
Feet periodically kick-
Not forceful, only enough
to maintain momentum

Where is she heading?

Storm clouds line the horizon
She’s passed through them before
Impossible to avoid-
And time, impossible to control

The bright sun warms her face
Grace holds her heart
Mercy lifts her soul
Momentum is maintained

Perhaps the question is not
where she is headed
but instead, how she
sustains a spirit of peace