Written in Memory of
Tim Russert
1950-2008

Stop the presses, stop the presses
haven’t you heard
our friend has fallen
our flags are unfurled
one less voice resounds in this world
and we wait between pages for the next word

Now Tim,
he presses upward where star meets the sky
where heaven meets the press of souls passing by
so we here on earth must write this last page
but let us know
the wisdom of our fathers forever remains

Now a journalist has only his faith and his words
his belief in himself to ask questions unheard
to know the truth that we seek must be revealed
to find the answers for those who depend on others to heal

And Tim,
the voice of the common man was heard in your words
in your joy, in your love, in your hope for our world
as a husband, a father, as a son and a friend
in life’s political game you were the man

Now the wisdom of our fathers says “carry on”
even though it is saying a sunday voice is now gone
there’s still questions to ask and answers to find
father and son lessons of life
for “he who teaches his son, teaches his son’s son” to survive
so let the wisdom of our fathers be our light and our guide
let the wisdom of our fathers forever survive

In Lasting Memory,

Eric Sander Kingston & Family