She kept Martin waiting six months
before saying "I will." And even though she fit his bill of
being brilliant, beautiful, supportive and gracious,
she was still no ordinary woman, she was the embodiment
of a vision from God that neither she nor her husband to be
did not choose.

Her inner fortitude was dress'd in a custom made garment of stainless steel and silk. Her faith was dress'd in robes pass'd down by the architect of The Cross. Her willpower stood strong against violence, ignorance and selfishness of those who did not think we all should be equal.

She kept Martin in her heart; her children, she kept under God's wings. She kept friends close, and enemies between her palms in fervent prayer. And every morning while she went to work, she'd blow a kiss to her gallant knight in shining marble, making a wish that old ways would be made new, and that perhaps this is the day that we finally overcome.

For those of us who witness'd the dreamscape of freedom, we know she was no ordinary woman. For those who follow the ways of peace may we continue in the enduring methods of Ghandi and the eternal wisdom of The Christ-child. For those of us who can only breathe a prayer, jot a thought, extend a hand of unconditional love or say nothing but "I believe" we all have a legacy to carry the vision 'til our own transition has come.

May God bless the family of Coretta Scott King and those who may have had a lesser fanfare, but who share in the background the Greatest Mission. . . .that mission is peace among humanity.    

© 2006, cynth’ya lewis reed

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