I'd like to share a poem with you. We had to read it for my "Literary Bible" seminar. I think it's absolutely beautiful. And once you know the background story, it's even more powerful. So here's the story:
The poet, Anthony Hecht, went through a pretty brutal divorce. After everything was finalized, his ex-wife moved halfway around the world to Israel and took both of his sons with her. Realizing he would never get to see his sons again, he wrote this:
"The Hard Hours"
"'Adam, my child, my son,
These very words you hear
Compose the fish and starlight
Of your untroubled dream.
When you awake, my child,
It shall all come true.
Know that it was for you
That all things were begun.'
"Adam, my child, my son,
Thus spoke Our Father in heaven
To his first, fabled child,
The father of us all.
And I, your father, tell
The words over again
As innumerable men
From ancient times have done.
"Tell them again in pain,
And to the empty air.
Where you are men speak
A different mother tongue.
Will you forget our games,
Our hide-and-seek and song?
Child, it will be long
Before I see you again.
"Adam, there will be
Many hard hours,
As an old poem says,
Hours of loneliness.
I cannot ease them for you;
They are our common lot.
During them, like as not,
You dream of me.
"When you are crouched away
In a strange clothes closet
Hiding from one who's "It"
And the dark crowds in,
Do not be afraid -
O, if you can, believe
In a father's love
That you shall know some day.
"Think of the summer rain
Or seedpearls of the mist;
Seeing the beaded leaf,
Try to remember me.
From far away
I send my blessing out
To circle the great globe.
It shall reach you yet."
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