By the time we reach a certain age, most of us have experienced
the loss of loved ones and friends.
Our own mortality becomes increasingly real.
I have seen a lot of statues and even known some pretty
famous people. Too often it seems that those who work hard to become statues
often seem to assume that position before it is necessary.
It is interesting to see how many really smart folks think
they can somehow outlive their own passing.
In Memoriam (Daydreams, 2004), I have taken a
different view. The best lives I have observed were lived by those who faced
the world with the objective of being the best human being that they could be.
They left behind families and friends who could smile at the parts they played
in their lives and treasure their memories.
In retrospect, I would venture that very few would trade
that to become a pedestal for pigeons.
Glenn K. Currie
All
who walk upon the Earth,
Make momentary
stay,
Children of the
Creator,
Who carries them
away.
But footprints
trail each passing,
The memories left
behind,
Reflections of
their visit,
That break the
bounds of time.
The tender touch
of caring,
Still there
across the years,
A hand to soothe
the loneliness,
Conquering the
fears.
And laughter,
still contagious,
A smile that
makes the spirit fly,
Sparkling bright,
or resting light,
Deep in gentle
eyes.
And in the wake
of passing,
All who gather
here,
Are bathed within
the Glory,
Life lived full
and fair and dear.
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