Requiem

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,

The years had given them kindness.

Dawn was theirs, and sunset, and the colours of the earth.

These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks.

All this is ended.

From a poem by Rupert Brooke. Deep prayers for the souls of those murdered at Virginia Tech.

 Mapeel     4/16/2007