To those who have gone before
December 4, 2023
They were the hands of a laborer
A life of hard toil and prayer
Wed to his bride in Llansantffraed
More promising soil called
Forged Gallipolis with his bare hands
And the hands of a wanderer
Never satisfied and proud
With too many rules and expectations
More than he could abide and still
Wrestled Montana by his tough hands
And the hands of a raucous farm boy
Without much prospect but keen
Son, the land needs Radiomen
More distant stations oversea
Retired to the farm with his experienced hands
Then the hands of a talented craftsman
A life of promise and adaptations
Times were changing, a son
More than work, musical vibrations
Built a Godly family by his committed hands
To the hands of a blue sky dreamer
Years spent creating and pursuing
Daughter’s eyes a mirror to understand
More time for healing, devoting
Gave the broken pieces to His strong hands
Hands of Alpha, of Omega
A plan of exceeding elegance
To sacrifice all for you, one lost man
More hearts heeding the chance
Saved forever by the Master’s hands
Peace be upon you in Christ, Readers,
Visayas Outpost