They Say

When he cooed, doves flew to him When he smiled, the skies brightened When he sighed, the seas stirred When he signaled, worlds were enlightened They say he never raised his voice Never became angry or cross They say he didn't walk, but glided That his feet gathered nor dirt nor moss He was seen in times of trouble, severe distress In lands of drought and famine, in the debris of tornadoes On battlegrounds everywhere, in the aftermath of war When floodwaters receded, in the wake of volcanoes An enigma bound by a riddle, with a tiny heart for a seal Absent an ego, from this World his Fate was to steal