Walkin on Air
“Fear not death's poisonous arrows,
regard not pestilence's night-flight,
let not horrors divert your path
or move you to ignore what's right.
When then to choice you must narrow
indulgence of an aftermath,
remember how your ancestors
to love and life were chancellors.”
These words have I hid in my heart:
my armor to stand in the breach
defying circumstances swart,
hopeful in light beyond my reach.