I started to appreciate that night, during the vigil
Meeting the people he inspired, getting inspired.
Beyond the measure of either grace or rhetoric.
Simply what dad would call a gift, a joy !
I see a bit more clearly, my history and the course
Life in America is shaped, rather than forced.
Ends are beyond our means, we are part of the flow
That we sail in and we are blessed when we recognize our crew.
Can’t say that there is a Captain, among this Anarchist lot
We sail through the storm together, and share the bounty too.
We have Historians and bards, and ancestors among us too
We are in good company all,
In all and in part because of you.
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