Your leaving was like a staircase built with evening leaves. You touched us to say goodbye with the fine wine of silver darkness. You left us with bread which tasted of the green echoes of love. With the growing of everything did you leave a piece of wisdom. When you were gone, you walked on the ladder of never ending darkness. The paths of the world have a light of your simple touch. As you had found courage in mercy, so you will find the silver sun in the grace of the earth. You gave aid to the broken; you stood silently in war. You came home to us, as the stars and the moon in a single flower of love. The pieces of your character are now one in the garden of your wisdom. You return in heavenly light, in the red glowing of the field. You are now silent in the voices of forever.