Priest At The Serapeion Poem by Constantine P. Cavafy

My kind old father
whose love for me has always stayed the same-
I mourn my kind old father
who died two days ago, just before dawn.

Jesus Christ, I try continually
in my every thought, word, and deed
to keep the commandments
of your most holly Church; and I reject
all who deny you. But now I mourn:
I grieve, O Christ, for my father
even though he was -terrible as it is to say it-
priest at that cursed Serapeion.