Poetry | Cethramtu rannaigechta moire
Peace Maker
A tribute to my soul sister
Friend for life
Soul sister
salvation
peace maker
Rose garden
memories
Soul sister
you’re my peace
© Carolyn Hastings 2021
It’s not the first time I’ve written about my soul sister, Lynda. In fact, I wrote about her last week in The Volcano That Learned to Cry.
Lynda is my soul sister. She’s also my heavenly muse.
You might have noticed the caption under the header image. Soul Sister. It’s the name of the rose I planted in my backyard soon after Lynda passed away in January 2019. The rose is uncannily Lynda. I wrote about it last year in this piece called, Soul Sister.
Lynda was a peace maker. But she was also a fighter. Especially in situations where she felt injustice had been served. Lynda knew a lot about injustice. She came face-to-face with it all the time. In her work. In her community. In her church. In her personal life. Her motivation in calling out injustice was always to find peace. A meeting place in the middle where friction was least.
