His grave still lies beneath the trees
Beside a northern pine.
I visit often. On my knees,
I pray there every time
That God will purify his soul,
Remove his every flaw.
He will be perfect then, I know.
His soul will then enthrall
Us all, he'd think so much like You.
His body next will be renewed.
Perfect soul, body too,
They both with grace imbued.
Maurice A. Williams
Copyright 2003