James remembered

A shaven head,  an acid wit,
a passion that burned bright
for a justice universal.

James stood up for others,
fought for them. His love was
pure,  and his devotion shone.

He did not shy from any fight,
he did not duck or run
James took them on.

Remembering him now,  I think
Of that fire that burned for others,
And wish that he could have seen
That brightness too.