On the last night when he broke bread with them, I've heard he really said, "Take and eat, then go make poetry in remembrance of me."

I think poems are made with words, cameras, paper, food, and colors - in our homes, gardens, and with our very lives. We are his poema, his workmanship. Creating and capturing beauty is good, but noticing it is worship. Sharing it is wonderful. Playing with it is best of all.