A loving man

You had only two hands,
Yet you did so much.
You had only one heart,
Which never ceased to love.

You had ordinary eyes,
Yet you noticed everyone in need.
You were a simple man,
Yet you taught us so much about Love.

Always in a great haste,
With no time to call your own.
When ever you saw the poor or ill,
The clock for you stood doggedly still.

With heart, you went where others cared not go,
You gave the gifts of love for those forgotten.
The gifts of duty and reconciliation,
You gave to those who should have cared.

More than anyone, it is you
Who felt the “pain of hunger” true,
Of homeless, poor and destitute.
With the hand of God, you loved and cured.

With the heavenly light of faith and hope,
You entered every home.
You saw the face of Jesus Christ,
In every one who suffered so.

The light of friendship came from you,
To your radiant heart they flocked.
For body and soul you cared
Of every mortal which you met.

Beloved in the land of the Rising Sun
Your tireless work unceasing,
Remembered in metal and stone,
Now you sleep in the Orient’s grave.

And so when comes our journey’s end
And missions are complete,
No rush, no hurry, sister, brother, no end of time,
With many tales to tell, we ‘ll meet again, by heaven’s pearly gates.

George Zebrowski