by
Cathi Pelletier
She walks the wide world,
Her bright and shining spirit
Shadowed by darkness.
She creates beauty,
Cool blue and softly gleaming,
Forged from fiery pain.
She walks the cruel world,
Feathered wings brushing her face.
Her angels guide her.
This poem is dedicated to Lady Katilyn
,
the most courageous person I know.
Beauty...within and without
Filled with deep emotion...that overflows the container
A certain tenderness...made more evident by the inner strength
Once seeking safety in the darkness
Now finding safety in the light of day
Bruce
