Voices of the dead are
rarely heard.
Each of us should set aside the time
To listen to their lost and anguished words,
Evocative as distant church bells' chimes.
Reason cannot reason to life's end,
A moment of its own annihilation.
Nor can any witness comprehend
'Ere death what might exist beyond sensation.
So let us long remember those who died,
Doing honor due, for they were loved
Alive and dead by those whose hearts abide,
Yet yearning though the mountains be
unmoved.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
