After ‘Felix Randal’ by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Trevor Elliott, the geologist, O he is dead then? My prayers have all failed
Who have lived in blissful ignorance while one so strong and vital
Was fighting, fighting, till time when courage failed him and the final
Fatal physical assault had struck and had prevailed.
Stillness spoke to him. Patient with Earth’s veiled
History, he marvelled at it all, his thirst was primal.
Mystery and wonder were his faith, his Bible
Rendered by the elements in stone and shale.
This giant of a man within his field was never
Arrogant or vain. His pleasures modest, Trevor
Loved his parents, wife and son. His garden cheered him.
Educating others was his passion, ever
Zealous to inspire, patient teacher whether
Well or ill, all loved him, and the rocks revered him.
In memory of Professor Trevor Elliott, 1949 – 2013
First published in Sarasvati