More than stars amongst the heavens,
Lives sacrificed for causes forgotten,
Temples, Monuments, Minarets crumbled,
Poignant passion marked only by souls, which have passed,
On eternity forward or back we only guess,
Yet life like wine ages, mellowed by years,
Laughter, sorrow, pleasure, or pain season each day.
On wide
plains, a Cheyenne Brave looses his arrow deep into a Bison,
Along the
rushing Nile, an Egyptian Stonemason deftly cuts an obelisk for his Pharaoh,
Within
a manicured garden, the Samurai prunes a bonsai for his Warlord,
Upon a
rain soaked alter, A Prophet sacrifices a kid to his Lord,
Horseback,
headlong across wind swept steppes, a Mongol Warrior cleaves the head from
his foe,
Nestled
in a mountainside meadow, two lovers kiss.
Time slips
by, our lives the violin strains of its refrain,
Will we
pause to breathe deep fresh air,
Shall we
waste moments on legacy and fanfare,
Let grace
be our ensign held high above,
With memories
so brief, with life so short, let us always,
Leave Kindness,
Warmth, and Love in our wake…..
S.L. Keck