Lesser Lights | An Original Poem
God bless the lesser lights: Those lives lived on a small scale; Those names that never lit a neon sign, Nor graced a magazine cover, But are forever etched in stone— In mostly-neglected, weed-strewn tombstone; Whose memory is faded, even to those that loved them. Their time here too short. Their time gone too long.God bless the forgotten: Their lives unremarkable; Their achievements unrecorded; Their influence unstated, underestimated, under-appreciated, But not unfelt, Not unimportant.
God bless the too-soon departed— The light they gave, The light they give, The lives they touched… And touch still.
