May she rest in peace.
That her life mattered. That her words moved. That the world listened. That we changed, even a little, because of her conviction. That we trust in the power of our own story, however painful it may be, because of her courage to share her own. That we believe in our inherent beauty and possibility, regardless of our station, our creed or our color. That we see a future of healing and of connection and are taking the tentative, courageous steps to live it into reality.
That, in the words of George Bernard Shaw, she fueled her torch as best she could.
And then she passed it on.
“We, Angels and Mortal’s, Believers and Non-Believers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at our world and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation.
Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul.”
– from Amazing Peace by Maya Angelou
