My dear old father, <br />who always loved me the same; <br />my dear old father I lament <br />who died the day before yesterday, just before dawn. <br /> <br />Jesus Christ, it is my daily effort <br />to observe the precepts <br />of Thy most holy church in all my acts, <br />in all words, in all thoughts. <br />And all those who renounce Thee <br />I shun.-- But now I lament; <br />I bewail, Christ, for my father <br />although he was -- a horrible thing to say -- <br />a priest at the accursed Serapeum.<br /><br />Constantine P. Cavafy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/priest-at-the-serapeum/
