He is continuing,
my friend is extended.
The cries in mystery lay idle.
But revealed when he touched them.
He is transforming-
my friend is overturned
by grace which lies
amongst soiled creation, given eternity in time.
He is dying.
My friend is prophetic.
The passing can't be flesh
as bones do; dry and whitened.
He is living-
my friend is writing courage.
The law of justice pressing
light from darkness; words to action.
