Sonnet - 118 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

The Bodhisattva nil-compares your Deeds
Placing a-side your Patience to its keel
A Hero's Warmth - much your Silent Heart needs
And Shame my Treasure-Bound Conscience would feel
Since Foreign we met ply Caller's Road we chose
Close to our Wages our Blood-Tie's Support
Yet from your Mind Determination a-rose
Edging past these Folds for your Lord's Rapport
And by your Hand direct your Faithful Spouse
As I your Student my Fury must Burn
In Service a-ware; Life its Strength allow
And Calm that Liniment my Growth should Learn.
Wonderful. Sir. Bow in my Tear's Salute
Such Rare Breed indeed in Leadership repute.