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42 SAMARITAN I (For my father Pa Philip Doh Awah) The rhythm of the tam-tam no more Even with a storm The fountain is gone dry Even with the rain drops The baobab withered With so much labor As you tilled and planted, Nursing in sun and storm Away with the scavengers And now with the rains The dawn of the harvest The lush greenery of success This dove away must fly Like the Master You labored to the tree With all these Peters Yet on you forged Determined your father’s will to do Even with all the blows of ingratitude Your last to breathe without Simon, without Veronica How wise is the Psalmist How vast and true his wisdom? Indeed, the ways of the Lord are His. And so I celebrate despite my grieve, Your call to rest. ...

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