His life's reward (for my Dad)

He had lived a noble life.

That for which he had searched his entire life

had but now come into the palm of his hand.

He gazed upon it in wonder for a generation,

then, when his time came too soon,

it was taken on a wisp of wind,

just as he came to truly know…

Sadness comes in that

he had learned to love

and was loved in return.

The knowing was lost to him

in that wisp,

but in that lies the goodness,

for he had known it before he died,

and it had burned brightly.

For he had lived

a noble life

and this

his life’s reward.