To Jim, for his life and death:  (2010)

No poet has yet been born to sing your song
And sure no man can right this wrong
A self-made man who paid his way
Yet left us here in great dismay

We can find no phrase
To make this go away
But sure we ought to keep our faith
And walk our own shadows, unafraid
As God turns darkness into dawn

Hear it said that your life sure binds us
To a greater family than we might have
Unless we traveled the paths you had
A worker, a storyteller, a different voice

And death you met by your own choice
We miss you more because we will never know
The witches you faced and the choices you made

We love you more... but then we always did
Our brother, our story maker, our beautiful friend

We praise your life with hallelujahs
All honor to your name

Now we have had our cry
And will share your story as best we might.