“No matter how dark the moment, love and hope are always possible.”
— George Chakiris
I watched as autumn sun began to rise
a day in the life of a man so wise
he would punish himself, lay upon ground
rather than expand upon love he found.
For many years thereafter could we want
a would, a possibility, a taunt.
Such is the value of a peace of mind
when in throes we choose an only rewind.
In times of sorrow we grieve compassion,
the beauty of the human condition
must we shun all adversity favored
shallow sentiment in sorrow wavered.
Our lives touched by the grace of God we weep
we hope and dream our joy will we keep.
© Thom Amundsen 7/2020