Below is the poem entitled Our Fathers, Once Gods, No Longer which was written by poet
tansey. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Life was holier then when younger,
opened gifts at Christmas, I toyed
beside the shelter of my father.
Faith in the world was stronger
when what little I knew, relied
upon the lies he told me when younger,
For as the hand of God, come under
a cloud to part the sea for a boy,
I walked proudly through the crowds with my father.
But now, his iconic loom no longer
fends, like prometheus, the plight
of man from one no longer younger.
For I see in the winter of his growing older,
this frail mortal of him, that destroys
the hope I would hold his hand forever.
Empty by fact of having grown colder,
Christmas goes quietly without the joy
so omnipresent when I was younger-
and still knew God by the shape of my father.