Tuesday, August 23, 2011

A Man In His Life

A Man In His Life

A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.

A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,
to laugh and cry with the same eyes,
with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,
to make love in war and war in love.
And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,
to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest
what history
takes years and years to do.

A man doesn't have time.
When he loses he seeks, when he finds
he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves
he begins to forget.

And his soul is seasoned, his soul
is very professional.
Only his body remains forever
an amateur. It tries and it misses,
gets muddled, doesn't learn a thing,
drunk and blind in its pleasures
and its pains.

He will die as figs die in autumn,
Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,
the leaves growing dry on the ground,
the bare branches pointing to the place
where there's time for everything.

Yehuda Amichai

In loving memory of "William" (Bill)
October 7, 1936 - August 24, 2010
(The man in my life)

At One With Nature

and the next video is from our daughter, Christina, who noted the following:
I was with Daddy when God called him home August 24th... and when I left the hospice home early that Tuesday morning... I looked up and saw this beautiful rainbow in the sky!!!! It was only just after 6am... and my heart was so full at that moment. It was like the perfect bow on top of the gift that had just been given to me and Daddy. God is so wonderful!!
Never Gone- Backstreet boys with lyrics

I want to thank  Dr. Reuven Reuveni for sending me the poem "A Man in His Life"

Yesterday, a friend made this photo with William for our family: