Even Though We’ve Lived Apart (A Tribute To My Father)

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A tribute to my father today. A man who raised four children as a widower. How he kept it together we’ll never comprehend. And even although we are scattered around the world now, the influence of this wonderful man keeps as all together…

So here’s a poem I found.

Even though we’ve lived apart, I do not love you less. There’s provision in the heart For storing tenderness.

There’s a love that like a star Must reconfigure space To turn the far-flung wanderers Towards some predestined grace.

Time matters not, nor pain, nor death, Nor fate as hard as stone. This truth needs but a single breath, And that we now have known.

Ah, Father! What a joy to live With love at last expressed! Life has no greater gift to give Than that with which we’re blessed.

– Nicholas Gordon

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The Hawk

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Call down the hawk from the air;
Let him be hooded or caged
Till the yellow eye has grown mild,
For larder and spit are bare,
The old cook enraged,
The scullion gone wild.’
‘I will not be clapped in a hood,
Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist,
Now I have learnt to be proud
Hovering over the wood
In the broken mist
Or tumbling cloud.’
‘What tumbling cloud did you cleave,
Yellow-eyed hawk of the mind,
Last evening? that I, who had sat
Dumbfounded before a knave,
Should give to my friend
A pretence of wit.’

– William Yates

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