What will they say when that time comes,
Between last breathe
and second dust,
To be covered by
Earth’s soft crust,
Returned to the place
I came from?
"His work was water on
parched ground
Filling gaps in our
condition
Healing wounds of
man’s affliction
Giving voice to those
with no sound
"He made you feel like
a good book
Every page better
than the last
A lonely moment never
passed
He always gave and
never took
"Even though his life
diminished
And his time has come
to a pause
He mirrored Him who
ended loss
Reminding us 'It is
finished.'"
