Thinking about the waves breaking on the Governor's Island rocks tonight, in the dark, with nobody there to watch them. Wondering what the lawns of Colonels' Row look like under moonlight, empty and silent, and did the ghosts of all those soldiers and sailors enjoy the music?
All those kids blowing bubbles, all those lovers kissing, all those people singing, where once troops drilled with rifles before marching off to Gettysburg, and the Argonne, and Normandy,and Saigon, do you think it could maybe purge the earth of some of its hardness and coldness, let the sun shine more warmly there, let all those souls know that at the end there is peace and forgiveness waiting, not judgment?
I have no idea, but God, it's a hopeful thought, isn't it?
