Familiar Winds of Melancholy

For Jeffery Black

I walked a path to the unknown,

And where I feared I soon feared not

Though I felt the end soon near

I knew I did not walk this path alone

Though sometimes at odds, and often worlds apart

Through lives of joy and somber dismay

Whether lost and alone or together in union

Through fires we walk with fire in heart

I stood at a gate and slowly turned my head

Beside me a figure stood in splendor

A statue carved by careful hands

Upon the base the wording read

"It is the things which we do for others which we consider minor

For what makes us not good but great

Is that in a world of utter darkness

One small act of good shines all the more brighter"