My Father's Blessing
My Father's Blessing (A Rondel)
His wrinkled hand would touch my head
And lift his eyes to the mountains:
He’d ask the Lord that I be blessed,
Have His peace and enough graces.
Excited, off I went with speed -
Lived world’s lies; drank turbid fountains.
His wrinkled hand would touch my head,
And lift his eyes to the mountains.
Late I understood this kind deed;
His hands asked for heavenly gifts;
Unto me a Godly blessing flows.
Preserve her from harm, he would plead
And lift his eyes to the mountains.
7/28/14
This is dedicated to my Father whose birthday is on August 2. Remembering
also how he would bless me every time I am to leave home for school faraway
from family. May his soul rest in peace and may he smile at his now big girl for
he is well-pleased. :))
“The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you,
and be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and give
you peace. “ Num. 6:24-26
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