Quoth Theraven Poet Rhyme

So It Is Written

Every day, every moment
closer to you
in woven cloth robe
and calceus shoe

to find that voice
rising clear
in airy peaked skies
this best trek lies
no finer choice

Tear down the walls 
kept from heaven's door
no hurt anymore
a still voice calls

Your will, mine
your cup, my cup
I rise, you lift up
to reach the divine 

Ox and lion and babe
smitten
in innocence lay 
each to pray
so it is written.

~~~~~~Memoria ad lucem in vita, Grace Dell 'Nichelle' Nichols December 28, 1932 – July 30, 2022 ~~~~~

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Linda Alice Fowler September 20, 2022 at 6:05 AM Beautifully written and so softly sensual. Linda

Suzette Richards August 1, 2022 at 1:05 AM Nichelle was certainly a trailblazer. It was an iconic role in Star Trek. Thank you for this touching tribute, Richard.