With his last breath,
love came to life.
Days past his death,
hearts eased from strife.
Gold rays chased rain,
carried delight.
Erased great pain,
made dark skies bright.
Gave doubts all proof,
in flesh and blood.
Predicted truths,
tears came to flood.
Held no ill will,
forgave them all.
Mission fulfilled,
still came when called.
Gave divine love,
to everyone.
Sent from above,
like the warm sun.
A soul that cures,
released debts free.
Essence so pure,
helped blind eyes see.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy