A child was told the stories of God
and listened with rising wonder...

I stand here now
facing a monument to futility...

Take a Spring day...when it comes
where flowers bloom to face the Sun...

This quiet moment awaits us all
there on the threshold of our tomorrows...

Where will I turn
If the soul must wander...

Will you Think of me
in the odd moment's quiet tremor...

Will you stand here
Where the blood vows given...

Grey sleek shadow
hard against the snow...

Here we stand you and I
The bond of years around us...