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My Dad

My Dad
By Curtis Johnson

In all appearances, his feet were firmly planted in our southern home town
It seemed clear that daddy’s life was fixed and fashioned  on the grounds of Dixie
But I’m also certain, there were times I heard his heart beating a different sound

A hard working dad and a stay-at-home mom: all respectables
A live-in grand mom, obedient children, and a dog name jack,                                                                              a quiet place for kids to live, grow, and thrive: all commendables
Food, clothing, shelter, and transportation: all predictables
Church, school, work, and information: all expectables

Yes, stability was the real McCoy in my family.  Everything and everybody,
Like the steady ticking of a clock, stayed basically the same day after day.
Sameness was a staple; newness was rare; change is what we longed for.

A change of place, to explore the human race
A change of pace, to catch the sands of time
A change of faze, to rise to higher levels
A change of ways, to reach new destinies
A change of plans, to find our purpose
A change of focus, to chart our course

Yes, change is what our hearts were longing for
We knew that ‘sameness’ was always given the more
But we also knew that ‘change’ would someday
Come a knocking at our door

It may be true that daddy’s feet were fashioned, fixed, and planted
Perhaps he was dreaming, and in his mind, he saw something more
It seemed for sure that his soul was charting a different course,
Because we often heard him say, “I’m going out west where the
Eagles build their nest”.

I do not know if my dad was being poetic, or if he really desired
A different land.   But I do believe that he was longing for change
And I believe that daddy longed  for a fresh touch of God’s hands
And I believe that his soul was uttering, “I’m longing to know the
Master’s plan.
cj06162007

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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