Remembrance in Morning

Sept. 6, 1999

Eternal gratitude first and final word

Of earth-born souls embattled who blindly seek

Amid destruction, death and deafening din

Of a pulsing humanity surging beyond its means,

Grasping and groping to hold ephemeral toys,

Lost on human highways in the commerce of life,

While faintly heard and hardly yet obeyed,

The spirit whispering softly in our hearts.