To my Dear Brother Wise…

 

Damn…The shock hit in seconds…
The reality, for certain doesn’t feel real.
I’m at a lost for words as my head reels.

Bro. You were, you are always, to me
a man of few words, yet when you
spoke; for me the depth held a wealth
of wisdom. I couldn’t understand that
as a child, but once I became a man
it’s not lost in my vision, why everyone
had chose to call you Wise.

A music lover, I recall the classics that were
your favorites, quickly became mine. Looking back in my mind, I hear singing in Lil’ bits n’ pieces; Ashford & Simpson, Earth Wind & Fire, The Average White Band, Barry White n’ so
much more you demonstrated by feelin’
music’s musical decree, It had confounded me.
Through the years, now  the “Art of it” I can see…


A scholar, graduate from the school of life.
The times we talked while few and far
between meant more to me than what it
may have seemed. Our “not long enough
ritual” of letter writing, when you n’ I were
separated by many many miles helped me
better realize how you saw the world.

I’ll never get that ‘illuminated presence’
that persisted whenever in your presence.
Though we had more than a decade gap
between us in age, there were moments
when I felt respected as your equal.
Now sitting here in this myriad  of thoughts
attempting to steel myself of the fact
you’ve gone on to another stage outside
this realm, it’s those simple things that
will hopefully give me comfort remembering back…

Your laughter, your smile, your positivity
The strength of your gentle spirit, n’ your very
Wise wisdom. God bless you brother, may
you rest in God’s arms, n’ alway in peace.