She Was Love

She was love
and she was loved.

Some people represent home
that feeling of welcome
the warm embrace

She was one of those people who
don’t have to do or
create or
cook or
go out
or… or… or

Just be
Just be love
radiate love
Laugh heartily
In conversation
Share the stories
Call you out
And in

In all of your OK-ness
just as you are
as she is
So it is

So she will be missed



I still believe we welcome the stranger

How we treat the least among us
holds a mirror to our soul

The peace we are and the hope we live
outshine violence, blanket fear

My kitchen table has extra space
for there is enough when we share

It’s not us and them
It’s just us, all of us

I still believe we welcome the stranger