It seems that you were always writing,
Always reading, always smoking,
Always sipping, and I think your
Cup was overflowing.
But the romance of such thinking
Overlooks the daily living,
Working, growing, and forgiving.
Yours was normal life.
As I gather inspiration,
I am struck by dedication.
Life for you was no vacation.
You knew joy and grief.
But turning to the pen, you taught us,
Told us tales of truth that caught us,
Brought us to the Son who sought us,
In humility.
So let me emulate your seeing,
Work into my words that being
That knows what it is becoming.
Let me love the King.
as i learn to walk 