He deserved place of honor
in a time and realm where honor had lost its place.
Beyond our sight and across the worlds
somewhere along the shifting tides honor
waits for him. He has left us,
feeling that he has nothing, no honor to call his own.
But that is all which has preceded him,
the honor his forefathers had foresaken.
He has restored it to those not deserving,
and gained selflessly all the more honor from the people’s hearts.
May the meadows be light against his feet,
the virgin sands and gray-silver shores call him home.
And may he be blessed with the honor he never knew;
for us his honor will always be known.