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| Monument at Gettysburg National Park |
So much time has passed...
The Writing Muse is quiet,
Or maybe just asleep
Thinking isn't writing
Planning isn't doing
And wishing isn't having
We make our own destiny
And the road to Hell is almost always
Paved with good intentions
But Hell is here
The sick and dying are here
The survivors are still here
And we will rise
Tarnished by our copper tears
But we will rise
Better, perhaps, than before
A little worse for wear
And ready to rise again
Rise with humility
Rise with compassion
Rise with gratitude
That is my hope
And if I prayed
That would be my prayer
That we would see and be our best selves
Even in the darkness
And also in the light
