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Love Letter from the
Abyss If all the force
of the Big Bang, All the churn of
evolution, All the sweat of
human history, Gave birth to no
one But my
grandfather, It would have been
worthwhile. He was my
protector from hail, My storyteller, My balladeer. When he sang
"Streets of Laredo" I felt love dwell
within sadness. I never saw a
child Who did not run to This delighted
audience, Knowing it was
welcome. Easy to love
because he never asked, So quietly
grateful for whatever he got, He put nothing in
the way Of loving him. April 15, 1880 — On the plains of
Nebraska He emerged from
the abyss. January 19, 1954 — In an L.A.
apartment He returned to the
abyss. A cold, impersonal
universe? Nothing comes from
nothing. My grandfather was
a love letter From the abyss
telling me I’m at home. Gary Schouborg September 7, 1996 (2000). Journal
of Consciousness Studies 7 (6):68. |
