With swift hand He came,
sunlit palms as He took,
the spirit of you
with a mere second look.
We will miss you Ari,
each memory we hold,
your actions of the heart
gilded with gold.
I look up to the sky
and see your sweet face.
I can feel your laughter,
your charisma and grace.
I wish you to know
you are so loved my dear.
And will never be forgotten-
through each passing year.
We pray and wait
for His unwavering dove.
Until we meet again
in the heavens above.
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