Here is another poem that came to me after pondering a funeral covered on TV of some famous person.  I don’t even remember now, who it was, but the date it was written was 1-8-04. By Marion Spicher

 

The stream was passing softly by …

To mourn that one so great should die!

But what of those with lives less known?

Is their life of less renown?

Is quiet failure not a tool?

Does God not smile upon a fool?

We each are children of today

Whether working or at play.

The efforts no less bold or grand,

To bring out “greatness” or “dry sand”.

Could all be here to learn some more?

All will walk through death’s bold door ----

Some to loud acclaim and praise…..

Others pass from unknown days.

Every life is but a thread

That weaves the setting: love or dread

To give the parts that meet the goal

Life’s experience of the whole.

None less important than the other…

To teach us how to love a brother

Our lives, each one, a stepping stone

To take us to the great unknown

To teach us how to give our hand

In brotherhood and love, is planned.

Perhaps it doesn’t happen here,

But every life is very dear!!