I have brought you to the threshold of life
And the fulness of living;
I leave you, now, with a sad unsure reluctance;
My heart torn with happiness at your lifeís fulfilling
And a sadness of nostalgic yearning for yesterday.
Life has been a pattern woven
Of flowers & sunshine
With interspersing rain.
Life has been the raw cold of Winterís weaving
And the bleak pain.
Yet I yearn for the years past.
With only the joy to remember & the hurt forgotten.
My recollections are
Of the gay days, the laughter days
Of the shared sweet innocence of childhood,
My prayer, now,
For the continuity of laughter days
In your life.
The calm & the quiet balm of happiness
You are poised on a pinnacle of love
To plunge to the future
(Found below holograph manuscript of above text next to my fatherís bed when he died. He had dashed the words off on a page, torn out of a cheap exercise book, yellowing with age)
Note, at top of sheet, numerical calculation in "old" (pre-decimal) money, £s, shillings & pence. Meaningful & personally important to him at the time, but, devalued after death. You can't take it with you when you go, you know.
"Heart torn" - he died of a heart attack at age of only 53!
Lovely that he wrote that for me shortly before he died.
Other work by my Namur King:
To Be As One With God
A Plea For the Old Ones
The Pharos (Dover Castle)
There's a Moral Somewhere
Today has never been before
St. Paul's (London May 11th 1941)
Ode To A Snowdrop During Wartime
Thoughts on the Immutability of Matter
Ode to the Full Moon during an ďAlertĒ, 1942
Ode to Goldie, the Golden Eagle on its 10th Day of Freedom