In the stillness of the evening's sigh,
Beneath the vast and somber sky,
A good man's soul ascends on high,
Even foes must bow and cry.

For in his heart, so pure and true,
He held a light that darkness knew,
A beacon bright, a morning dew,
Respected by the chosen few.

His deeds of kindness, words so wise,
Brought solace, light to tear-filled eyes,
In life's harsh storms, he did arise,
A hero in the silent skies.

Even those who stood opposed,
In times of strife, with hearts enclosed,
Now bow their heads, their eyes deposed,
Respect the path his spirit chose.

For goodness knows no boundary,
Nor enemy in rivalry,
In death, his grace is plain to see,
A timeless, honored legacy.

July 24, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop