Erwin carried himself with gentle dignity,
An
unobtrusive figure,
What
he lacked in height,
He
made-up in stature.
His
spirit, like breath on a frosty day,
Rose
above the crowd,
Even
Hitler couldn’t diminish
The
sparkle in his eyes,
He
could lift with his wise words,
Inspire
by the sincerity of his deeds,
Warm
with his inner glow,
Light
a fire by the intensity of his moral stand.
His
convictions were vertical like girders,
Yet
he lived with his feet touching the ground.
He
loved his wife, children, community;
Also
sand and sea, the beauty of nature.
He
knew no other way to be, no other deeds to do,
No
other words to say, no lessor love to feel.
His
life, like a shooting star lighting the darkness,
Left
a sweet, lingering afterglow.
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