Emma's Day...

Today the children marched
Down grand avenues in the seat of power
And it seemed that with each step
They grew younger in years and old in wisdom

The tenderness of their years, the depth of fears
The wet-eyed smile in the face of harsh wind
Brought the power from within,
it is within all
To reach for a perfection of time and spirit
When we connect with the self and with the other
When we finally see, the space between us
Is the place of peace, and the warm embrace of Love

Late in '68

When breath and life flowed, so full of promise;
there were moments that seemed sudden, unreal.
When the ground beneath the feet
would fade away, and we were reminded
life is a reach to heavens from still wet clay.

Men with skin pale and red, warm and brown
with eyes that found the goodness of spirit
stepping in  the front of the march of humanity
toward its higher self.
The risky spearpoint of the army of life
these men, with words and deed endeared
and wisdom found in faith and callings
stood among us, shoulder to shoulder
love remembered ad fear forgotten
the memory seems nearer as time unfolds
the depth of touch- person to person
how the chain of life goes unbroken
even when stopped in the coldest day
For we go on, rich  in the knowledge
that they were here and... we saw
life in its glory, full in its unseen abundance