Whispers One autumn morning many years ago my father was hunting deer high in the Black Hills of South Dakota After walking a long while the thick Ponderosa pines parted into a small grassy clearing there he decided to rest on a large rock He sat quietly for half an hour looking around enjoying the ginger fall day After a long time he noticed a fawn not more than a month old laying under a bush about six feet away from where he sat. He and the fawn looked at each other for ten more minutes After a long time, the fawn stood up on wobbly legs and slowly walked up to my father Dad put out his hand and the fawn touched it with his nose and then baaed just like a baby sheep Years later, dad told me that was the last year he hunted deer or anything else He said that after meeting the fawn he no longer had the will to kill anything Everyone laughs in the same language Smiles always mean the same thing in every tongue and everyone cries the same kind of tears when they are sad When you hold a baby in your arms and she gently grasps one of your fingers right then, all the world itself quietly whispers in your ear, “Im here right now” in a way all of us understand Dewey Dirks In Memory of Darrell Dirks
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 08:08:59 +0000
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