When he sings

When he sings
the flow of words move the very soul that thrives with in myself
and I suddenly find myself wanting to
heal
help
sustain
reach
and fling all of my cares to the winds of change
to become a better person, to bring about awareness to the
less fortunate
the hurt
the wounded
the poor
the disabled
when he sings
I realize there are no differences amongst the human race
more important than the sameness
that brings us all together as one
His words come from his heart
his soul
his innocence
his brilliance
and there are depths of truth with in those words that
astonish
amaze
reach deeply
touch
a person to the very core of their being as no one before him
has ever been able to do
when he sings
I dance a spiritual dance that begins in my heart and carries all the
way down to the tips of my toes
my mind is loosed and set free to flow with the power of his genius
and I weep
with tears of sadness
mingled with the tears of joy
that I am privileged enough to have been granted my time on this Earth
to share in a gift that can only be called amazing!
His gift to us was the truth of his heart and compassion
our gift to him will be carrying on the cause that mattered most to him
Children
nurturing
protecting
saving the lost
embracing the innocence
reveling in the
sheer joy and
beauty
found
only
with in
the hearts and the minds
of all of the
children of the World
and though he is gone he has left the rarest mark of his indelible
legacy to live on through those of us who appreciate his gift enough to
nurture it and carry it on
I feel all of these things
and so much more
when he sings