The following was read by Rev. Al Tysick at Peter Verin's Celebration of Life:
Oh, Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds and whose breath gives life to
all the world. Hear me.
I am a man before you, one of your many children - I am small
and weak. I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my
eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made, my ears sharp to
hear your voice. Make me wise, so that I may know the things you have taught my
people - the lesson you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength not to be superior to my brothers, but to be
able to fight my greatest enemy - myself. Make me ever ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes, so when life fades as a fading sunset my
spirit may come to you without shame.
- Native American
Prayer
Translated by Chief
Yellow Lark in 1887
Native American
Missionary and Medicine Man
Lakota Tribe
As
the ocean’s salt softens the pebbles along the coastline, it takes a keen eye,
fortitude and willingness to discover just the right one… to take home with
you.
Today,
I learned of a rare gem in our city who was a king of philosophy, a unyielding
man who once was heard saying that he was not homeless…he was a person of this
land. He was a mentor to eager individuals keen to know his fearless spirit,
who had acquired a greater knowledge, far beyond any library contained.
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| Cart full of items remembering Peter |
The
reason I became aware of this man, was because last week, at the age of 71-one
day before his 72nd birthday- Peter died and left behind a legacy that remains
unshakeable.
I
joined masses of people who had gathered to pay respects to a Celebration of
his Life. My trek to the site was enriched by a lovely woman named Rosemarie
who knew Peter for years. She shared with me an insight of a remarkable man; a
profound adviser who helped counsel others to steer clear of addictions or
coached those in support of their sobriety. His tender heart and listening
skills resonated with those in the area-who spoke at the remembrance
gathering- of the impact Peter had on their lives.
A
fixture of the University of Victoria, he spent many years ingraining his
philosopher king care free spirit into the books, halls and walkways…pushing
boundaries in ways that taught others life lessons.
For
me, a novice to the world of homelessness I have alot to gain even a fraction
of the knowledge Peter had.
When
the remembrance of this extraordinary man concluded, with Rev. Al Tysick from
the Dandelion Society at the helm, it ended with a fitting tribute.
In
a heart shaped box were glass hearts made from pieces of stained glass window
at Our Place
- Our Place is an inner-city community centre serving
Greater Victoria’s most vulnerable: working poor, impoverished elderly,
mentally and physically challenged, addicted and the homeless.
Rev,
Al had poured his time, love and efforts into creating these precious hearts- a
fond reminder of a gentle soul. I chose this swirl of orange which represents adventure and risk taking that was in essence, Peter.
By TL Alton


As much as I will miss reading this blog, I rejoice with you as you embrace a new page in your life story. Kudos to you for using this space to honor so many who have no voice, inspiring those who are unaware, and encouraging those whose paths are not free of challenge.
ReplyDeleteYour comments have meant alot to me, for your words are cherished! Our friendship is a constant source of faith shared and life experiences spoken of.
ReplyDeleteAs you know, my time and energy is needed elsewhere...on another path strewn with words dancing off of my fingertips.
Ever the warrior, I go in peace and endurance that is inspired by my hope in Jesus. Let His lamp light the way.