He came like the buttery sun; he did so much for the day,
Like a mystery to a blind,
His touch was ever present,
His words spoken made pigeon holes of belonging to those who listened,
His voice could warm a room,
And suddenly a room gave a meaning to home in a winter’s day,
His hands and heart together made a people a family.
For a while he is but a prayer away,
And when the time is here forever, forever is evermore.
So like the sun that bakes the day
To fill the heart,
Remember a man who can never be forgotten
…21 January 2009…on the man who left…