SHE, THE UNNAMED
When the situation became too complex and
we all started to vex, she was a bastion of calm (the last) on a turbulent
sea a warm winter quilt on a cold winter's night perhaps not a solution
but a road or an idea (or two) to ease our load in a stressful time when
we needed hope most she guided us without a word in a time when life seemed
random even absurd and in fact could still be -- the smile she offered
we'll guard jealously -- maybe hope is rare so it is reluctantly shared
-- but not by she, the unnamed -- who gave it so effortlessly that we
forgot that she needed us as much as we needed her so now I realize I
should defer and be that light that she always shone and perhaps strive
to save one soul even if it ends up being my own.
Rob Levit
3/12/02
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