Liviu Librescu (1930-2007)
By Minta Marie Morze
He wrote of his life a Melody,
The notes and rhythms set to golden themes
Within his heart.
With him, the melody was pure—and,
In this, his final act,
It sounded forth that all might hear.
It matters not the measure now of Wealth or Fame—
Criteria the world itself so often claims—
His Melody was made of finer Stuff than this.
Upon a slate that bore the mark of all his hours;
Lit by the flame that burned within his soul
He wrote in silence deep,
Each note and tempo sign bespeaking of his worth
In measurements created there by God.
A Giant lived among us.
He recognized the Evil that had come
And set his height and breadth and depth
Against the door
And held.
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