1Dec/030
Poem: Vigil
Written after a candlelight vigil early 2003 before the war. Knowing it would not hold back the night but yet... we do things because we must, not because they bring us power.
Vigil
We stand at twilight's edge
between the light and dark
with candles in our hands
and silence in the trees
the day is running low
the leaves are autumn gold
and in the wind a chill
that prophesies of rain
do not mistake our peace
for abdication: no
this moment will go on
until the world is saved
