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Your Father

November 12, 2010
By dsc1155 SILVER, Murrells Inlet, South Carolina
dsc1155 SILVER, Murrells Inlet, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
LOITERING with a vacant eye<br /> Along the Grecian gallery,<br /> <br /> And brooding on my heavy ill,<br /> <br /> I met a statue standing still.<br /> <br /> Still in marble stone stood he,<br /> And stedfastly he looked at me.<br /> <br /> &lsquo;Well met,&rsquo; I thought the look would say,<br /> <br /> &lsquo;We both were fashioned far away;<br /> <br /> We neither knew, when we were young,<br /> <br /> These Londoners we live among.&rsquo;<br /> <br /> <br /> Still he stood and eyed me hard,<br /> <br /> An earnest and a grave regard:<br /> <br /> &lsquo;What, lad, drooping with your lot?<br /> <br /> I too would be where I am not.<br /> <br /> I too survey that endless line<br /> Of men whose thoughts are not as mine.<br /> <br /> Years, ere you stood up from rest,<br /> <br /> On my neck the collar prest;<br /> <br /> Years, when you lay down your ill,<br /> <br /> I shall stand and bear it still.<br /> Courage, lad, &rsquo;tis not for long:<br /> <br /> Stand, quit you like stone, be strong.&rsquo;<br /> <br /> So I thought his look would say;<br /> <br /> And light on me my trouble lay,<br /> <br /> And I slept out in flesh and bone<br /> Manful like the man of stone.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> -A.E. Housman


Hush, young child,
Your father has fallen,
And awakened the dead of the night.
Don’t fear, but prevail.
Don’t forget, but move on.
Your father was a vision for history,
Your father was an inspiration.
Underground he must have been seen,
For many doubt he was ever alive.
But you can promise to hold dear,
The blood he passed on to you.
I will not stop you from kindling the flame.
I will not avoid your presence, but instead encourage you.
Keep alive the memory of your father.
For once he was mine,
But independent thought led me astray.
Hush, young child,
Don’t cry tonight.
His touch once tender and mild,
Vanished now with the light,
But you may hold his picture near,
For your father has fallen.
I’m sorry, my dear.


The author's comments:
My view on religion, and how God is falling from society.. from most fields.

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