Courage dawns, the meek to see;
Blossomed bowel – humanity.

Twisted limbs, the strong to fail;
Cross of red – to no avail.

Final wrap, its shadow’s might;
Whisked away – the reaper’s night.

Mourning weep, the live to feel;
Coffin draped – somber reveal.

Beseiged minds, to carry on;
Without him – courageous one.

Evening passed, a thousand moons;
Linger still – an eye’s monsoons.

Courage dawns, the meek to be;
Blossomed soul – eternity.

Copyright © 2010 Keith Blackie