This Time
by Paul Hooker
Requiescat in pace OFH 12.16.2014
This time I drive down December darkness eastward
pursuing the headlights’ path toward where she
summoned me on this too-hasty sojourn not
by celestial portent but by cell phone
no star illumining the horizon but
a cat’s-eye moon peeking coolly
from behind slit-lidded clouds
suspicious of my reasons
for I seek no manger
but a deathbed
no beginning
but an end.
I bear no gifts.
I am not wise.
I was a son
and he a father
now we
are neither
and Herod
wins.
This time.
Sorry for your loss, Paul. Beautiful poem.
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Peace and love to you, Paul.
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Wow.
Herod only wins the battle–not the war.
Hang in there my dear friend.
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Paul – this is beautiful. Thank you for sharing. So sorry for your loss.
We still must fish together. I love you, brother. You are a gift to us all.
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Paul, I’m sorry to hear about your dad. He was a good man and loyal servant of the Lord. Know that you, your mother, and your sister are in our thoughts and prayers.
“O what their joy and their glory must be, those endless sabbaths the blessed one see.”
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Grace and peace to you, Paul.
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It’s a beautiful poem, Paul–a tribute to you and your Dad and a testament to hope for all of us. Thinking of you and your family at this time.
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Beautiful poem. Grace and peace to all. Brenda
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