The Gentle Giant

written in reflection of my friend Gary's recent death...

He walked among us,
with hands open wide.
Never too far to comfort,
always by your side.

Large in countenance,
only matched the size of his heart.
Giving came easy,
it was his gift, his art.

Being known by many
was never his life's goal.
Wanting to help another...
his calling, his role.

Gary walked among us,
with hands open wide.
Listen to his life,
his message, we will not hide.

He loved the created...
nature, rivers, and outdoors.
With eyes toward the Creator
always knowing, "God, it's yours."

Jesus walked among us,
with hands open wide.
He came to restore
what was destroyed by our pride.

And now he walks,
with hands open wide.
Welcoming our brother Gary,
saying, "Come, rest at my side."

The gentle giant named Gary
is at home in the Father's embrace.
With hands open wide
saving you a place.

You and I can join him,
at home, by his side.
One thing required...
Hands open wide.