Today I remembered your weakness
The last days of your well-controlled life
Was it not so controlled
You warned me about what you had been
You cautioned me about the terrors you had seen
The terrors you had caused
Your fragile breath rattled the words
Your wrinkled and trembling hand that held mine
Sadness was not with me then
Experience had not been my companion
As it was yours
With insight and understanding, I see your tragic sadness
I sit here with your memory
With the memories of your force and focused rage
They no longer affect me the way they had before
I pray you are at peace
From you, I have learned what is good.
The Journey of a thousand miles 