Hendrik Lenis R I P

Hendrik Lenis A man, for sixty four years, I knew. A man’s soul, painted with many a hue. Many shades of gray, yellow, red and blue. Many years travelling his chosen path, grew. A man, one last time, sat up, turned to stone. A stature laid to rest, in a possession, prone until flaming fires consume, ashes in an urn until joined with his wife’s, when it is her turn. Two artist journeyed through life doing their best. Separated by the Grim Reaper, soon to be laid to rest. Henry, awaits Basha, to once again be his companion. To be joined, for all eternity, within the urn of holy union. B. J. “A ” 2 May 24th, 2021