Ragged breath
pushed through lips
paperthin and dry
Clouded moons
in once sparkling eyes
Skin of face
folded and creased
by years of laughter
Age has wearied you
beyond repair
Your first foot treads
heavily upon heavens stair
And in this pastel room
the reward for a life of care
As we come to usher you away
to your final, hopeful jubilee day
All have come, none have missed
the opportunity to thank you
for, the gifts you gave...
One word of kindness, from your lips
ripples through the lives you touched
and all your students learnt well
to live, love and give freely,
of caring humanities touch.
In this pastel room, we stand,
touching one last time,
the gnarled and giving hand
And when we leave, we do weep
for loss, but also joy....
knowing your soul does keep
to the pieties of love.
So in the days to come,
know your grace will live on
through lives and generations
your teaching will be the yardstick
to which our hearts are measured
YOUR WORDS, YOUR LIFE,
REMEMBERED AND TREASURED
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 7:54 PM UTC
Ragged breath
pushed through lips
paperthin and dry
Clouded moons
in once sparkling eyes
Skin of face
folded and creased
by years of laughter
Age has wearied you
beyond repair
Your first foot treads
heavily upon heavens stair
And in this pastel room
the reward for a life of care
As we come to usher you away
to your final, hopeful jubilee day
All have come, none have missed
the opportunity to thank you
for, the gifts you gave...
One word of kindness, from your lips
ripples through the lives you touched
and all your students learnt well
to live, love and give freely,
of caring humanities touch.
In this pastel room, we stand,
touching one last time,
the gnarled and giving hand
And when we leave, we do weep
for loss, but also joy....
knowing your soul does keep
to the pieties of love.
So in the days to come,
know your grace will live on
through lives and generations
your teaching will be the yardstick
to which our hearts are measured
YOUR WORDS, YOUR LIFE,
REMEMBERED AND TREASURED
One of my earlier teachers, a philanthropist, died over the past week, I was one of many who spent time with him in his last days...
The church overflowed with his past students. He was a simple man, single, but gave his life to his student, teaching lessons far beyond his field of english....and impacting this world a thousandfold by the legacy he leftin each student....In my teaching and my life I aspire to his character...
May he rest now, in peace.
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