He was heaven sent,
but not like some misty dream
or mysterious presence,
more common.
He was calm and mild
yet possessing inner strength
apparent to all.

He was heaven sent
but not just for me.
He was with us briefly,
Not ours to hold or keep.
But his ideas prosper
in our midst's still.

He was heaven sent
not filled with worldly dreams.
We may never know his likes again
but for memories and stories
of the little time He shared.

His light flickered, spewing sparks
like wildfire among the people.
And we are unable to quench
what he started.

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