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Pilgrimage
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Pilgrimage The sea swims towards me thousands upon thousands of tiny children’s arms breaking the surface with delicate over arm strokes. Gulls weave and turn in the air, physical sustenance is all they demand of the sea. They feed and are gone. My father is who I came looking for here in the land of his birth. I thought to see his shadow on the Galloway hills, hear his voice in the rush and swell of the sea, scent his breath in the mists that wreathe the lowland valleys. All I found was natural beauty and an aching silence. He was not to be found in the arms of the gentle salt sea swimmers. I glimpsed him briefly when the restless waves, driven by a hard wind, pounded a fist into the shores face sending spits of spray high into the air. That was my father, elemental, driven by some innate force without control. One day, when I make sense of things I will return to the sea and cast the ashes of the past upon the waves. The little swimmers will carry them to the distant horizon and lay them in a place of peace. Fabian Black April 2009 Marking the 18^th anniversary of my father’s death.

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on April 15, 2009

Very beautiful writing indeed..stay safe and well..Hugss

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on April 14, 2009

So warm and resolute in thought, word and deed. A day of solemnity as you remember and embrace all that once was...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

A beautiful--beautiful--tribute to your father, Fabian.
I love the way you capture him in the restless waves of
the sea sending spits of spray high in the air. This is
how I'd like to be remembered. -gene.

Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary

Powerfully done, Fabian! This is truly masterful and poignant. It's been 26 years since my father's death, but I still do the anniversary thing as well.