The legacy
I don’t have wisdom. I don’t even have words.
But I can pray, and I can keep doing kind things to honor a good man’s life.
I pass the vale. I breast the steep.
I bear the cross; the cross bears me.
Light leads me on to light. I weep
for joy at what I hope to see.
When, scaled at last the arduous height,
for every painful step I trod,
I traverse worlds on worlds of light,
and pierce some deeper depth of God.
~ John Charles Earle