I found this yesterday,
and it spoke to me.
"For My Father" -
J. Alvin Keen, 1899-1964.
by Sam Keen, 1931-,
- from P 7 of his
"Apology for Wonder".
Sam also wrote
"Hymns to an Unknown God".
"And how can I say why ?
His life was anchored in the great simplicities of earth:
The touch of the lithe bodies of children,
The hue of polished stones,
The astringent sun and antiseptic air of the desert,
The elegant geometry of shells and driftwood long bathed in the ea,
The perfume of early blooming lilacs,
The silent testimony of redwood trees,
The refeshment of all that is beautiful and graceful.
And yet there was the resonance of those elusive harmonies at which music hints and for which faith strives.
He lived with a growing ability
To deepen the covenants of friendship,
To admire simplicity and dedication,
To accept limitations and disappointments without resentment,
To forgive the unacceptable and trust the unknown,
To love without grasping,
To be grateful for the gift of life.
In his ambience I learned that it is a good thing to take time to wonder".