A gentle touch,
soft, understanding eyes and voice,
One who knows. 

A gentle touch, 
Mighty steel beneath the velvet, 
standing before the One who knows.
                       Vehkam.

Humble, yet unyielding, 
Your quiet need and passion to ignite Kedusha
nursed flickering, ashen embers
back
     Into a 
          roaring blaze.
                     A conflagration 
                                  Heart on fire
                                    Rising ever higher
                 Vehkam.

Your soft compassion reflects
    the awesome Rachamim
          Of He  
              who will give ever
                    second chances.
              
You show us:
              We can yet find
that endless ocean of 
                      still deep pure waters
            inner wells of soul,
         everlasting endless sparks of greatness 
                     that never really left…
          Vehkam.

Wow, you had me crying there…..

Crying of the joy for the one who looks forward and doesn’t let the failures of the past break him,
One who who begins his life of purity when others have long been coasting beyond the days of vim,
Respect and adoration for the one who has rocketed past those coasting peers high in the realms of kedusha,
Living the dream life and sharing it with others, having gotten back up to tahara - Vehkam…