I knew that she would pass and still I prayed
She would by miracle outlive us all;
A monument to justice, standing tall,
Despite her stature: unbowed, unafraid.
By her oppression's mighty hand was stayed
And at her going, I fear it will fall;
While other justices were playing ball
She understood the stakes of what they played.
The gap she leaves behind we cannot fill
(Though we may fear it will be filled ere long);
In years to come we'll wish she were here still
To judge the right, dissenting from the wrong.
She's earned her rest, so we must now fulfill
The legacy she left, and keep it strong.
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