Diana of the English: The Lost Princess
She came to the Church, flowing train
Prince Charming, Archbishop, vows
Faith hope and love’s sweet refrains
First years pass, children, fame grows.
Protocols of another age rolled aside
Determined, reality, red tape slashed
World’s stage invites, repels, divides
Love’s breakdown, excluded, rejected.
Spurned in power, received in weakness
Touching lepers, lending fame to causes
Reaching out, loving response anonymous
But seeking love yet personal, other hopes.
Desert masters parading wealth, limo-Benz
Under water enmeshed in steel, heart-feeble
Clinical blaze of light, dying without friends
Streets flower-full at home with her people.
Procession bends its way past life-memories
Children gaze in numb grief in a tear-swirl
The lost Princess is found in heart-pictures
Remembered as a voice of care in our world.
Another victim of love’s breakdown looks on
Yeshua knows rejection and tears and sorrow
He recalls joy, laughter and grief overcome
He breathes compassion, her other tomorrow