The Man of All Tribes

                A light that has not flickered
                A heart no size can hold
                A squint, an easy laugh, the wooden matches
                and pipe and boots and large belt buckle -
                the love for all musics and his fiddle
                and for every way of thought
                that we have given voice to -
                the standing for the greater good
                of all who speak, the raising up
                of the beauty of their words
                so all of us can see -
                these all are notes of purest song
                that we his friends do not forget.
                He has shown us always quiet ways,
                the humble ones, the way of listening
                the blessing way, the way of Sun.

                                        The House & Woods

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