To Madelyn Lee Payne Dunham,
The woman Barack Obama lovingly knew as Toot
The Madelyn who followed her daughter off the beaten path
And trod the road less traveled
May your soul rest in peace
Your life was full of curve-balls and Yogi’s forks in the road.
You handled them with quiet dignity
And in the process bequeathed a part of yourself,
To the man the world now knows as Barack Obama.
May your soul rest in peace. (Selah)
“There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole;
There is a balm in Gilead
To heal the sin sick soul.”
The point at which Arthur Koestler’s river becomes one with the ocean, the ocean of “cosmic consciousness” …. The river, he writes, “has been freed of the mud-that clung to it, and regained its transparency. It has become identified with the sea, spread over it, omnipresent, every drop catching a spark of the sun. The curtain has not fallen; it has been raised.” (Arthur Koestler – Patricia Blake, “Rootless Cosmopolitan of the Age” , Time Magazine, March 14, 1983.)