The Beam – By Elizabeth Mosely


As the mightiest river
Can grow from a trickle
So we, on our own so small and
insignificant,
So hesitant and unsure,
Combined can conceive, design and fashion
A magnificent dream.
A dream for the future,
Whose pulse is strong and sure,
Whose heart is true and valiant;
A light for all the world to see.
We are waiting
Waiting to release
The beam,
The energy,
The force that is within us.