This Gentle Mourning
In an Abbey full,
a congregation still,
in awe of a Soul
beckoned by its Creator.
In solemn exchange
his joyous embraces,
his ever infectious smile
remains embedded forever,
for through his eyes
you are all family.
His heritage continues,
passing on through the arms
of those gathered in his name.
This gentle being,
filling the Souls
of the masses joined,
with one Heart
he is within us all.
Reflect upon his wondrous Life
as you pass through
this gentle mourning
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