S. Truett Cathy - A Memoriam Poem Poem by Bill Grace

Long before I knew
of the man
I knew his work.
Impressed but not convenient
our separate lives pressed on.

A strange sort of man
he took this God thing seriously
knew money was not
the center of his universe
even before the years
of age teach this lesson,
even before
the gods of the market place
would come to deep fruition.

He is great now.
You can not escape him
gone from view
but not from influence
united
with a God
we can only barely presume
the most bare fraction
to ever hope to understand.

I wish him well
this stange man
I never met.
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