A lone whisper
is all that's left
of a man
who once thought
That all things,
no matter how big,
could be resolved
with a smile.

A man
Who came in
From the unknown
And fixed
dwindling bonds
A man
who also
strung new ones.

This man
Whom we
Mourn
and Honor,
on this day.

A kind man,
A gentle man,
A man
that everyone,
no matter how young
or old,
looked up to.

This man
inwhich I speak of,
his life
was about helping,
Helping others,
Helping
everything.

So,
it was only natural
that
when he were to go
it would be helping.

He came in
as an unknown,
but left us all,
as a
renowned saint.