Rest In Peace, Jimmy Carter Poem by Natasa To

In the red clay fields of Plains, Georgia,

Where peanuts grow beneath a patient sun,

A humble man once walked with steady faith,

And measured greatness not by power—but by good done.

From farm to fleet, from soil to sea,

A quiet strength in simple grace;

Before the world would come to see

A servant's heart in a leader's place.

In halls of The White House bright,

He carried not a crown, but conscience clear;

The weight of wars, the work of peace,

And hope pressed close to doubt and fear.

Through trials stern and seasons long,

He chose the path of human worth—

A broker of accord where old wounds burned,

A steady hand for fragile earth.

Beyond the term, beyond the throne,

He built with hammer, hymn, and hand—

With Habitat for Humanity boards and beams,

He raised up homes—and helped hearts stand.

A Sunday teacher, soft in speech,

Yet firm in what he knew was right;

In every stranger, neighbor found,

In darkest hours, he searched for light.

O Jimmy Carter, now lay your burdens down,

The long campaign of kindness done;

Your legacy lives not in stone,

But in the lives of everyone.



May fields of peace before you spread,

No ballots left, no battles more—

Just Georgia pines and golden dusk,

And mercy waiting at the door.

Rest now, good soul, the work complete;

The world is gentler where you've trod.

From Plains to history's quiet page—

You walked with men,

And now with God.