November 24, 1999

To My Sister – In Memory of the Days of Dreams

we would move the world

once when we were younger

and unaware of our limitations

star eyed with expectation

excitement our very strength

gone now

save the God given moments

when the blood courses wild

in exultation of life and hope

of things yet to be done

years gone quickly by

like water under stony bridges

unable to be recalled except

the mem’ries of growing days

from the vantage point of time

fleeting

joys surrounding overwhelm

those whose time is gone

no more the world changer

world makers we

He giveth more grace

to those who are faithful