A romantic poet of the past, with a heart of the now, and the humility of a lifeforce yet to be. A scholar of living so tuned to deep wisdom he leaves just before the applause. The patience of a monk, the magic of a mystic, the passion of a man who answers only to his own divinity.

A brother so true to love, the depths of hell produce mearly a singe, and a gutsey smile. A spirit of such pure faith, he witnesses Christ love yearning to be born in all of us. He accepts nothing less.

The real story is yet to be told.

Rise. The sun is opening her wings just beyond the horizon. Mourn and rise.