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THE HANDS OF JOHN

THE HANDS OF JOHN

                                  The hands of the old man, too deep the lines I see,
                                  The colour of paper bag browned by the sea,
                                  Each line tells a story, each story another line to be.
                               
                                  When young and before growing too old
                                  Those hands ventured well over the stormy sea,
                                  In the tragedy of war, they have been from heaven to hell
                                  -Not understood by you and me

                                  The callous in those hands, hard like the bark of a tree,
                                  Mended nets and filled the cups:
                                  Lips get thirsty at deep sea
                                  -Life was not easy like the life of you and me

                                  Those hands were kind and gentle
                                  When away from over the seas,
                                  They rocked the cradle of a child or two
                                  -Not heard by you and me

                                  One day those hands wanted to pass on
                                  And give at least a little bit,
                                  They became the hands of a Karate Master
                                  -To teach you and me

                                  Now those hands are in quiet repose     
                                  Resting crossed upon his chest 
                                  The hands of our Seishi John 
                                  -Loved by you and me.     

                                                                                   --This is his life story
                                                                                        R.I.P Seishi John
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

 

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Bernadete van d...

It really warms my heart when you take the time to, not only read, but to
feel and understand my poems, dearest Bernie. Because your perception and the sensitive way you understand it, I just have to share this with you.This is real. Very real. Seishi John was my beloved Karate Master who passed away a few years ago. I wrote this poem and thought I would read at his funeral. I didn't have the courage. Now I feel that I can share it. It is the story of his life.
 

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Neville

The deep respect and indeed love you describe here for the Sensei in question suggests this is either autobiographical, or reflects a fair degree of insight into the bond that I personally know can develop between a Teacher and his or her students ..

My own Sensei is also no longer around in the physical sense .. but I still feel him and remain his devoted Jun Kenshi ..  Neville 

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Bernadete van d...

I am happy you asked, Neville. Seishi John Davidson was our beloved oldest Master and passed away at age 85 and he was a legend. This poem is a tribute to him. This is the story of his life. He fought the Mau Mau war or rebellion in Kenya in the 50s. He had a hard life when young, in England, he started as child soldier. Eventually moved to NZ,
I wrote this poem but didn’t have the courage to read it at his funeral. 
By mistake I put it on contest, it should have been placed on Poetry. 
It’s my favourite poem. 

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