In hallowed halls where ancient wisdom dwells,
We venerate the sages of the past,
Their words like chimes from time-worn temple bells,
Resounding truths we pray will always last.
With reverent hearts, we bow before the shrine
Of knowledge, art, and virtue’s golden light,
Respecting those whose thoughts and deeds divine
Have guided souls through history’s long night.
Yet veneration is not blind, but sees
The flaws that make our heroes human still,
Acknowledging their struggles, doubts, and pleas,
While honoring the triumphs of their will.
To venerate is not to set in stone,
But keep alive what’s worthy to be known
Bob Lynn / 14-Dec-2024
