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: The day my father died
: The staff nurse from the hospital telephoned to let us know
: "Your father passed away," she said, "ten minutes
: ago"
: And I cried.
: The day my father died
: I walked to the Post Office and back
: And every voice and sound
: And revving car engine
: Seemed to lack
: Any sort of Conscious Life;
: And I wondered if this world
: I'm passing through
: Is the real world of death,
: Driven by a restless energy
: Possessing and controlling us
: In contrast to the peace and stillness
: Of my father's face
: After drawing his last breath.
: The day my father died
: I lay awake upon my bed
: At some mid-evening hour
: And my tiny room was host
: To an energy of such
: Rare quality and power
: That I could sense
: The circulation of my blood
: And every ounce of flesh
: From head to toe.
: Something so immense,
: An in-pouring of love and gratitude
: Which fast became a flood.
: The Comforter was there,
: Whatever you perceive
: The Comforter to be,
: Turning my bereavement
: And my sorrow
: Into an other-worldly ecstasy.
: The day my father died
: I hated you, Professor Dawkins
: And then I laughed
: At that proud intellect
: So one-dimensional and unintelligent
: In a wider sense
: And blind enough to say
: That any extraordinary experience,
: Which ordinary language
: And scientific formulas
: Cannot convey,
: Is illusory.
: Professor Dawkins,
: My father knew
: He was no Pythagoras
: And nor are you.
: Geoff Davis 2003
