On this day we remember Graham John Stemm on the Second Anniversary of his passing.
The Low Light House I think if you’ve lived the average life and been fair to everyone, Twill matter little what you have done or what you have left undone. When you sail by the south-west cape of life where the baffling west winds blow, by the reefs of doubt that run far out to a lighthouse sadly low. But ’twill matter a lot the brave , wise words, the words you left unsaid; the kind forgiving, repentant words that you can’t say when you’re dead. How many hearts, and one, they’d help, you’ll surely never know. Till your pride has died when the waves break wide, out there by the lighthouse low.
