Judge Nicole Pearlman
In chambers calm as autumn air,
She weighs the truth with quiet care,
No pride to sway, no voice to mar
The justice drawn from near and far.
The papers rest, the gavel sleeps,
Yet in her soul, a stillness keeps—
A stream of mercy, clear and deep,
Where law and love together seep.
She walks the woods when day is done,
Through leaf and bough and setting sun,
Her children’s laughter in her ears,
Their joy a balm for all the years.
The river speaks in ancient ways,
Of loss and strength and kind delays,
And she, who bears the robe and pen,
Feels kin to trees and not to men.
She reads each fact without disguise,
With empathy behind her eyes,
No hatred leans, no bias bends
Her rulings from the truth she sends.
Her friends are few but fierce and kind,
Their roots grown deep, their hearts aligned.
She does not speak for praise or fame,
But for the law, and each child’s name.
Through sacrifice her path is sown,
Yet never does she stand alone—
Compassion walks beside her feet,
And in her heart, all virtues meet.
Copyright ©
James Mclain
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