What's the point of being so focused...
when you are climbing the wrong Mountain?
Why quench a thirst that is not there...
By drinking from the wrong fountain?
Choose your energy over your intellect
I chose to make History over making a name
I will love helplessly
Walk and work selflessly
And live endlessly
When I'm not here anymore
You will not remember my name
You will feel the warmth of my love
Hear the ringing sound of my laughter
Picture the glittery smile on my seemless face
And smile again even in your pain
My memories will make you dance again
The grip of my hugs will soothe your aching soul
My words of prayer will keep you whole
My outstretched arms will still bless you
Now and after this "Now"
I love you... All of you!
You will remember me for "Being Fr. Immanuel"
What will you be remembered for?