Sometimes I wish I could fast track it to heaven.
Glory released on an unsuspecting world.
Everything he touched while amongst us
Glistening in his glory glow –
The impossible his delight.
Did he leave his fingertip imprinted on your soul?
He left a key under the doormat
’cause he’s left treasures only for you to find.
Mags Alden, April 13, 2009