Never should we ask to be remembered by this man
The man who has taken our light
So high up into the mountains
Why should we think of him on our behalf
That Lamentations touch him
Rather he was a rescue worker to bring
From a hopeless situation a child out alive
I see them now all the hands going up
The percentage we have of this man
It was in a gale and with
A very small light he
Climbed up into the mountains
A flicker you might have seen as a crazy act
More likely you saw that flicker go out
Yet because it was once there and lit
Even a spent light can be memorable
Not because of the dark
But because up a mountain and in a gale
A man saw fit to take it there

Ronald Rae