By: James Aitchison

It is never ours to condemn,
lest we become the victim.
The open mind knows
the mystery of death.
As time outlasts walls,
so too the measured soul
finds freedom.
Fear is the flame
that consumes trust;
trust, next to love,
the hardest human value
to give consistently.
Believe that I will find you:
as the wheel spins,
men, not listening
will hear.