Esa, you’re gone, but you aren’t really

You’re simply moving on for a healing

It’s service you have become acquainted with

The rewards as such are clearly no myth

You spent much time where prasadam was made

For that you’ll jump up to a higher grade

You trekked a holy trail at a very good pace

With conviction and purpose all over your face

Perhaps walking was your actual calling

As natural as found in a baby’s crawling

While on that trek you held onto your beads

Knowing that chanting is the most noble of deeds

In your tasks you embraced a sense of duty

Just as in you’re rich, resonant voice that there was beauty

Like all of us you contended with a dark side

For you, Esa the rays of the sun were so wide