They stepped forth into history,
almost certain of what would be.
Unbeknownst to them a guest was within,
they would not know until they turned home.
Their return was watched
a streak of flame that tore the sky.
Of the many who watched, a few understood;
that the unseen guest was revealed to all.
Their departure will always
regardless of the knowledge that shall surface.
Many lives were bound to each of them,
now those soul strings bind only air.
Enshrined now in time's
recorded in history, etched in our minds.
Let the four winds of heaven spread their ashes,
from corner to corner so that all will know.
(In Rememberance of the
Columbia Shuttle Tragedy
February 1, 2003)
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