A eulogy to Coretta Scott King

The King’s grand wife has left her throne.
Queen Coretta has gone home.
And in her passing North and South
with reverence grieve as one.

With quiet grace young Martin’s mate
survived a heartache birthed by hate.
And we her subjects weep for one
who valiantly kept on.

I have a dream (and so do you)
that what she longed for will come true.
When prejudice and power plays
are exiled, judged and damned.

But until then “God save the Queen”
who kept alive her husband’s dream
and taught us how to turn a cheek
while letting justice roll.

A call to offer grace to His Grace

The Prince of Wales in tux and tails,
Camilla dressed in gray,
walked down the aisle while royals smiled
and then they knelt to pray.

The prince’s bride without much pride
expressed her sinfulness
as Charles, too, prayed to renew
a faith he once confessed.

The Queen was there and Tony Blair
and by their presence said,
“Regrets remain, but all the same
let’s love these who’ve now wed.”

Can you erase what’s cleansed by grace?
Or will you roll your eyes?
It’s fun to rake up old mistakes,
to joke and criticize.

But, don’t be a thug and act so smug
and call the prince a goat.
You aren’t a saint. Beneath your paint
you have no room to gloat.

Consult your mirror. It’s very clear.
The one who looks at you
can be quite base and needs God’s grace
and longs to start brand new.