There have always been good folk doing right.
The past is always dark…though, some shined light.
A moral center is a human thing.
Grey Areas must from our North Stars swing.
We each have margins on our rights & wrongs.
Across unseen lines we’ve never stayed long.
We feel magnetic pull towards the light.
We’ve gone too far when it’s a distant sight.
We’ve skies, compasses, maps & memory.
Best tool we’ve got…our silent reverie.
L.B.Stowe 