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Father To Son:  Part II

(Apropos The Visit—Part II)

 

When you left

soaring free

the lingering void sought

to shackle me

in the silent dungeon

of stoic grief.

 

Faith melted away remorse

and the psalms of reality

in living dreams spread a table

laden with a plethora of left joys

revealed—surreal; and

the God’s shared creation

that you past this way in your going;

ancestors cheered your chosen coming.

 

Where tears once watered

the flowers of your resting abode,

now laughter peels away the leaves

releasing petals of budding love;

and we’re now at peace

with your spirit forever here.

 

God is not mocked.

Take care we judge not.

Rest well, my sweet Prince.



Father To Son:  Part II
(Apropos The Visit—Part II)

When you left
soaring free
the lingering void sought
to shackle me
in the silent dungeon
of stoic grief.

Faith melted away remorse
and the psalms of reality
in living dreams spread a table
laden with a plethora of left joys
revealed—surreal; and 
the God’s shared creation
that you past this way in your going;
ancestors cheered your chosen coming.

Where tears once watered
the flowers of your resting abode,
now laughter peels away the leaves
releasing petals of budding love;
and we’re now at peace 
with your spirit forever here.

God is not mocked.
Take care we judge not.
Rest well, my sweet Prince.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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