A boy with a gaze full of light,
not confined by his time,
but moved by a greater fire.
Between keyboards and sacraments
he saw no conflict,
only bridges.

His days were simple,
yet filled with a longing
for what does not rust.
He did not turn away from suffering,
but saw it as a path,
not an end,but a beginning.

His life,short in years,
deep in meaning.
A pilgrim in sneakers,
an apostle through pixels,
a child with eyes on heaven,
feet on the ground.