At the Foot of the Cross

- On the day my Father died Loss opened a chasm wide A hole in which I fell inside To crawl upon proud Pity's ride. - Anger engineered that fateful train Which I rode in fog through Trouble's rain Deep into tunnels black of Emotion's pain As images blurred in my shocked brain. - But even as my world on tilt did rock Peace chipped away at my numbed block Friends who had witnessed Dad's Christian walk Protected and soothed me from Rage's selfish mock. - As with a coin toss; it's either head or tail I could remain bound by Loss' mourning wail Or choose to walk on Love's precious golden trail With quickened strides of strength not frail. - Dad said, 'That even through Pain and Loss A Christ anchored ship weather's all pitch and toss!' So while Life chooses to leave a gilded gloss That coin is now placed at the Foot of the Cross! Amen! Sorrily missed but never forgotten; John Anthony entered God's Kingdom September 26, 2003 71 years young! This is for all those that are left with the wisdom,knowledge, love and respect of their Dad and would trade anything for a minute more with him! Remembering Father's Day ©6/6/2012