Bill Grace


In Memory Of Christopher Reeve - Poem by Bill Grace

There is always so much happening
Driven to be seen
Driven to be in the eye of the hurricane
Driven to be driven or seemingly secure
TO STOP FOR THREE OR FOUR HOURS SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE:
To see the magic in the most common things,
To think forty years ahead for others,
To reflect on realities beyond the yes or no of politics,
To know that sacrifice is truly noble
And that there is a final test for time
A thing called love beyond capacity for action
or even comprehension.
No, we must find this time
And then turn it on itself with thanks or perish.


Comments about In Memory Of Christopher Reeve by Bill Grace

  • (4/22/2006 2:02:00 AM)


    A fantastic piece Bill, lacking the maudlin that I feel poisons a lot of In memorandum works. Reeve was an outstanding man. He tweaked his nose at all the doom merchants and did not die in vain.

    He set an example for what is great in life and your bring that out well.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 21, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 17, 2010


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