For my Uncle

Encamped at night amidst the hills
The shepherds tend their flocks
The spring air calls the kings to war
And darkness creeps the walk

The man in darkness now in light
Amidst the preachers soul
He smiled so big when Peter called
And made the darkness go

Toward my face he smiled at me
My older counterpart
He held my hand amid the darkness
And the ship of light embarked

On the way to Valinor
His hands raised in glory
The ship it sailed to ever more
Thought not the end of story

The ship it landed at dock
To the cottage of lost play
Where darkness never berates the sun
And the tattered soul not turned away.