Jerry Martin’s Daybook-
A friend writes on his late wife’s birthday: “Her favorite poem was W. H. Auden’ stop all the clocks poem. I am sure you know it. She told me she would read it the day I died. She never got the chance.”
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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He was a lifelong agnostic, but one day he had an occasion to pray. To his vast surprise, God answered- in words. Being a philosopher, he had a lot of questions, and God had a lot to tell him.
2 thoughts on “Jerry Martin’s Daybook”
Scott Langdon August 9, 2020
What a wonderful thing to have happened to you both! A blessing in any sense of the word.
Jerry L. Martin August 10, 2020
I’m glad you point that out, Scott. It is important to recognize blessings when they come our way and not just dismiss them as “incidents.”