George with a G
Today my friend George tenderly floated on a whisper of tranquility and returned home. No pomp. No circumstance. All humility and grace.
A man of substantial physical being, George’s presence was gentle and unassuming. His was a safe space filled with kindness, sensitivity and thoughtfulness, intuitively shared without thought or question.
Behind the scenes, unbeknownst to most, George was orchestrating and distributing generosity, in anonymity, grateful for the opportunity to do so.
A deeply spiritual man in awe of his Maker and veneration of sacred customs, language and the quiet holiness of connection with All That Is, George served his community in any and every manner that could and never will be conceived.
He loved deeply – in marriage, in partnership, in cooperation, in friendship - expressed unobtrusively, sincerely, unabashedly.
Poetry poured through his fingers and onto the page, unbeknownst to him from where it came. Hallowed words unveiled his soul and shone a light on all those blessed by his existence.
Indeed, George tenderly floated on a whisper of tranquility as he returned home. No pomp. No circumstance. All humility and grace.
This, I know.