OUR PHILL
He once moved with rhythm, swift and free,
A warrior’s stance, a melody.
He danced, he laughed, he lived out loud,
A fire burning strong and proud.
Then came the storm, cruel and fast,
His body faltered—held in past.
Yet though he lost the steps he knew,
His faith stood firm, his heart stayed true.
For Emma, Grace, and Kate so bright,
He stayed their anchor, their guiding light.
No words too clear, no easy way,
Yet love spoke louder every day.
He did not walk, yet he endured,
With faith unbroken, love assured.
God’s hand held tight, through trial and pain,
And now he walks in light again.
His strength was not in kicks or speed,
But in the fight to still proceed.
Not in the music or the dance,
But in his steadfast, loving glance.
And though his feet are stilled at last,
His spirit sings, his love stands fast.
For in the hearts of those he led,
He lives—not lost, but moved ahead.