The spirit has now fled
We ignore his life's legacies
Since his flesh is dead
What can we learn from his life
Did he enjoy too little, live too long
Did he squeeze life's lemon dry
Did he linger until all hope was gone
Did he fear his future when he died
Did his flesh lead him astray
Did he die upon the right day
Was he lost to lust
Did he trust in God to pay the cost
“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
