Ghosts pass through this week – they probably do so every week – this week they seem more real.
April 4 – the assassination of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Thanks be to God for his life and witness and for all who follow in his footsteps.
April 6 – genocide commenced in Rwanda. Thanks be to God for all who seek to rebuild their lives and country.
The fires of memory burn.
Painful, wrenching though it be, I remember.
See you along the Trail.
Filed under Human Rights
Tagged as genocide, Martin Luther King, Martin Luther King Jr. Day, Memory, remembering, Rwanda
In a place beyond remembering,
at a time now forgotten,
for a purpose that dances on recall’s fickle fringe
our lives met and briefly touched.
Talking, we sit upon the train,
lost memory perched between us.
Recognition briefly tingles,
but nothing more emerges and
I could not say
where or
when or
why or
who.
Can you?
3 April 2012
7 Train from Grand Central to Times Square
Filed under Poem
Tagged as chance meeting, forget, friendship, Memory, recognition, train
Along the Graybeard Trail