In Response to your feeling of his death.

(Before dawn in an Indian Temple)

You were his spiritual father and he, devoted son. Such living relationship is beyond time, thought, all words. 

The heart of Co. T. is not a place, neither is it of numbers, it is sighted in the holy vision which mercifully can awaken even those long lost and dead.

M. was fond of Van Morrison, the wild Belfast lad who danced with the words of children’s rhymes and helped us feel that we were not alone in our isolated lonely selves, and that northern man with the gravelly voice sang this rhyme …

 

“I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow

Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there counting crows

One for sorrow

Two for joy

Three for girls and four for boys

Five for silver

Six for gold and

Seven for a secret never to be told”

 

Lord in your Mercy

I ask not for angels 

but for warriors 

to stand guard by his side.