by Helen Graebner

At Inspiration Point -- Philmont

Here, on this mountain top
Beneath these stormy skies
While thunder rolls and lightning streaks
Flash through the towering clouds
And winds play symphonies upon the trees,
Here, my Beloved, may your ashes join the Earth,
The lovely globe that gave you birth.
And add their richness to the richness there.
That a tree may grow
In memory of you --
A stately pine
Or mountain oak.

Your body housed your spirit
So good and kind
And true and loving
That the world was better
For your having lived.

May it be beautified
Because you died.

Tooth of Time Philmont
Tooth of Time at Philmont

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