The King Lives
By Linda Reggie Dowling in Dedication to Senator Edward Moore Kennedy 1932-2009...Written Upon Hearing of His Death...For Those He Left Behind!
So great was he who loved so well,
That many knew he was just a swell.
Contained with heart, he dared it all,
We now must carry to grave with pall.
So rich beyond all gentlemen’s measure,
The candid talk his words true treasure.
A son, a brother, husband, father and more,
This Knight of Realms flew with eagle’s soar.
Filled so full his youthful years,
As to prepare for more mortal tears.
More thoughtful than most with kin and foe,
His head held high while good works did flow.
His nights of soulful searching did meet,
With regal carriage, courage and aa common beat.
This hearty man could hail the best,
Arise they all of greatest character tests.
Each day for him was yet to be,
The very taste of personal victory.
When man he was in natural state,
Sailed to and fro to greet his fate.
Not once did he so ever boast,
He dedicated days to do the most.
Of men’s dogs and sailor’s songs he loved,
So wise to remember all was from above.
That boy of ours who knew the grace,
Would not do that which slowed his pace.
Not verdant grass nor moss could grow,
Beneath the feet of some past defeat.
Cracks have we all in our own vessels’ call,
Yet time to bear there he’s strongest all.
While others might lay beneath the fissure,
This Celtic refused to very long dither.
Not double minded nor man confused,
He brought together all God could use.
Saint Patrick’s scepter did scatter snakes,
The broad lad had protection of angelic wakes.
So charmed was he amid unending seas of sadness,
He was loved so well beyond all threatened badness.
He found new love as his heart’s healing myrrh,
She there always close to be as his own Queen Esther.
A once unlikely marriage beyond chance or law,
A truly trusted woman never failed to devine awe.
In lightness of his joyous wonder,
He gladly shared his treasure and thunder.
His honeyed charms with his Irish on,
A lad that laughed oft beyond the dawn.
Be not so foolish to misjudge the best,
He stands still tall though now at rest.
Oh Teddy Boy, we hardly knew enough of you,
Though blessed you were the last child in the pew.
Enduring with us long now through to the last,
You’re still the gift of our remembered past.
You sailed for us against the winds,
And traveled true north, navigating false dins.
Oh rest ye will with those who’ve waited long
To welcome you with limericks and song.
Your words are left now for to recall,
For peace, health, safety, justice too for all.
So now you have angelic sight above the sea,
A view of those we are and who we can now be.
The lion’s heart that roared so loud,
Now leaves us better lives thus plowed.
The latter is greater, the Lord does promise,
This is the only strength we have to blow a kiss.
The passionate hero of personal action,
You’re still the voice who spoke like none.
Oh, sweet hearted youngest one,
How was it you now took our sun?
The moon glow now lights the rocky beach,
That handsome face alone now leaves us to seek.
This new beginning that will us teach,
The hopeful times lie still for us ahead.
The Irish Lassies and Laddies did not so long await,
Your well done good servant arrival at Heaven’s Gate.
So now you’ve gone and with faith we know,
You’re now with those who arms do hold you slow.
Your life beyond our Father’s promises met,
Deep footprints here remain for us as our own debt.
You laid in state so still, so darling dear,
So that we left here must now not fear.
Oh now our mentor of messianic scope.
You lived for elders, poor, and youthful hope.
Remains with us your legacy,
In trust with she who loved you most.
We’ll pray and dream a new way now,
You left us maps and compass to learn how.
How could we now ignore the greater good,
We must now be the best as we would.
Goodbye Our Round Table Prince to Our King,
Greets true this day you passed away to now dance and sing.
Now time perhaps will deliver fulfillment of longing desires;
baritone of Emerald Isle dreaming songs and fires.
Wait for us now at the golden gate to wave us in with toothy smile,
As we too pray to someday sure be privileged to walk along your mile.
We’ll see you then our dearest man faire,
Who waved our colors with gregarious flair,
With mindful thoughts, deeds and dreams to dare.
You’re still our very own patriot extraordinaire.
(In Dedication to the Great American Public Servant, Senator Edward Moore Kennedy)
Linda Reggie Dowling