... I should make of my heart a lodestone then,
let the flying sun go
(it will be back some day)
and pull my universe together.
I will say this to the somewhere: Let us now
as the sun rides on
down the hill of night
touch one another.
... Let us seek as our ancestors sought
some honorable cave wherein to wait
(as if there were still some waiting cave)
the long long winter out
as if we were all the life there is
and all the love.
- from 'A Solstice Incantation' by Ken McLintock (1920-2000)
Thanks for leaving us with this, Dad. You are missed.