And searched his craggy face so young yet wise.
She prayed that when she reached the Promised Land
Her spirit would be with him, light his eyes
With star-filled inspiration, for she knew
The unawakened strength within his soul.
"Stay close to God ..." This golden thread spun through
Life's somber weave illuminates the whole--
"Be strong, my Abe! Stand tall! Be not content
Nor tolerate the grief you should erase."
In Heaven she beheld him, reverent
And humble in a grateful world's embrace.
How short her day with him--and fringed by tears--
But oh, how long her shadow through the years!
