A FATHER'S LOVE FOR HIS DAUGHTER

I sent this to MID's mp, but Thoth told me to post it here as well:

(from Tristan-Coffin's Strange Holiness)

Thoth also directed me to this poem:

Across the years she could recall her father one way best of all.

In the stillest hour of night she awakened to a light

Half in dreams she saw her sire with his great hands full of fire.

The man had struck a match to see if his daughter slept peacefully.

He held his palms each side the spark his love had kindled in the dark.

His two hands were curved apart in the semblance of a heart.

He wore, it seemed to his little girl, a bare heart on his hidden one.

A heart that gave out such a glow no daughter awake could bear to know.

It showed a look upon a face too tender for the day to trace.

In one instant it lit all about and then the secret heart went out.

But it shone long enough for one to know that his hands held up the sun...........

That was touching, Wild Dove.

Last night Two and I watched, "The Bucket List." My god, what a great movie. Jack Nicholson's character could've been my dad. It was uncanny. Add to that how much my dad loved Jack Nicholson as an actor, well the resemblance to my dad was spooky. Even the estrangement from his daughter.... everything was an incredible parallel to my own relationship with my dad. Except the part where he went and made nice with his daughter. I cried buckets (pardon the pun) afterward. If you haven't seen this movie, see it! It was awesome!