Percy Transcendant


Young Knight, can I number the battles you have fought?

Can I count the risks you have taken to see us through.

The dark days that all of us have known…….were made bright by your indefatigable energy and élan.

Your war cry at fifty years distance quickens my blood still.

Your laughter, dark humor and wounded compassion
Mix with the breeze on warm July nights.

The rustling hemlock boughs and waving wild magnolia leaves…the barest hint of gardenia

Call me back to the city on the great river. There in Memphis thirty feet above the ground from the doorway of a treehouse you built

I shall launch myself into the stream of time and
Fate…As I go into battle, I look into my heart.
There I see my father shining, warrior,
knight, King and friend…