They said his heart stopped--
but they didn't know him.
They didn't know
that he'd given his heart
to daughter, friends,
students, colleagues...
to some he didn't even know
by name.
They didn't know
that gifts like that don't just stop.
They are bits of eternity, freely given:
warm and vital,
animating divine sparks
of faith and hope and love,
binding us closer, making us one.
He did that.
They say his heart stopped.
I don't believe it.
Love doesn't die.
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