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
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