Letter: An Ode to Rev. Albert

You came to my Qigong-Tai Chi classes at the senior’s centre

I watched you moving with the group, flowing in meditative bliss

 

 

You had a twinkle in your eyes,

laughter in your belly,

and words dancing in your head

as you did the Parkinson’s hip hop

 

 

You wrote me a heartfelt poem

then you were gone

 

 

Did you think that I was the smooth talking silver-tongued devil,

beguilding you into a cult?

 

 

Now you’re in Heaven,

free from suffering

I can picture you standing in front of God

and with a mischievous smile on your face saying

“Hey God, why did you inflict me with Parkinson’s disease?

“Were you planning to send down a 21st century bullet proof Jesus to heal me?

“Well, I beat you to the punch

 

 

“Jeez God, it’s so quiet and peaceful up here,

“let’s strike up a band and rock & roll!”

Hajime Harold Naka

Kelowna

 

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