we, who've walked this hallowed path
to where rivers meet and mountains kneel.
who discovered fire in long ago caves,
and found treasures in books long sealed.
who took the hands of the orphaned child,
and held the old woman as she passed.
who laid down weapons and took up love,
and sought a future not bound to past.
who toppled kingdoms with peaceful truths,
who loved much at the cost of dying.
who valued a kiss over the world,
who gave beyond the cost of trying.
who stand at the gates of eternity,
having left nothing more than the living.
having lived nothing less than the loving,
left behind as gifts for the giving.
Eric Cockrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-hallowed-path/
