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“Come To The Cliff…”

By October 23, 2019 No Comments

In the late 1990’s, I came across a poem shared by a metaphysician and philosopher Stuart Wilde. It spoke volumes to me and on one of my cross country visits I read it to my dad. Sometime later, in the early 2000’s, he called asking me to send him a copy of the poem.

Fast forward to December 2017, I was visiting dad.  At the time dad was using the wheelchair on a regular basis. One evening, after dinner, he inquired about that poem again. I asked him why that poem made such an impression on him. He thought it illustrated one’s undying faith in our Creator.

I recently returned from my father’s funeral services. The minister asked that his family members submit their reflections of our father in writing, to insert into the service program and  those attending could read them. At the conclusion of what I wrote I included the following poem. As far as I know, the author is unknown.

I’d love to share that poem with you.

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COME TO THE CLIFF

“Come to the cliff,” he said.

They said, “But we’re afraid.”

“Come to the cliff,” he said.

They came.

He pushed them.

And they flew.

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