He Can No Longer Turn Back
My father’s light is gone,
Traveling well past
Whatever we can fathom
Present state of flesh
Holds us hostage
To flesh earth
Limiting our mind view
Three-dimensional
Limitation
Dad, travels now
A true wayfarer,
Not like a Fuller Brush salesman,
But footloose, casual,
Heavenly one,
He can no longer turn back
In no way tied
The curtain of pain falls upon us
For we cannot fathom
Or understand
Fully yet
Written April 27, 2019
Contest: Verses of Metaphors 3
Prompt: The Curtain of Pain Fell Upon Us
Sponsor: Lu Loo
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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