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,
God bless the too-soon departed—
The light they gave,
The light they give,
The lives they touched…
And touch still.