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At six months old dada were the first words
to ever leave my mouth
His name in Hebrew is "son of my right hand"
He is the Boaz to my mother
and the Abraham to my sister and I
He sacrificed his need for higher education
and passed on the torch to me instead
He is both a phenomenal writer
and nature enthusiast just as I am
He missed an opportunity for my mother
to bear him a son from the seed of her womb
but I am positive that if I would bare a male child
He will form an indestructible bond
and cherish him as the son he never had
My father could've been deceased or disowned me
like those of many of my friends and acquaintances
but today he is alive with his soul
filled with health and joy
and always remain faithful to his family
like the lion of his jungle
Although his own father is resting at the gates of heaven
he will always have us
and his spiritual Father on the throne
watching over him day in and day out
& deep between the hair strings of the night
my eyes felt the touch of light
Like daylight, it was bright
Flying to alight
from beneath the colorless stairs above the balcony i grabbed sight
far above the clouds-i counted height
with angels to catch flight
i redirected my feet upright
and crossed fingers around Hope tight
Submitting punches to win fight
and it was the night i obtained site.
A Father's DAY LETTER for Abba
Oh! God I write this spiritual letter
Hoping you continual to bless me always
I and ever so thank-full
you are the one merciful
for you are one I will forever adore, Holy, Holy Father above
for you are one I love, solely
you are the one, with mercies
my Father
Abba God
Holy Creator of all
You’re a guide
in the universe, a small whispered voice
I shall forever adore, my Dad, my spiritual Dad
Abba
Happy Father's Day!
you hold my soul
an unwavering bond to never break
for you are one I will forever adore
my dad
my father
a guide
in the universe
I shall forever adore, my dad
Abba
but where would I be without you? Alone
you are the one merciful
for you are one I will forever adore, Holy
for you are one I love, solely
you are the one, with mercies
I shall forever adore, my Dad, my spiritual Dad
Abba
Happy Father's Day!
my Father
Abba God Hallelujah
Thank-you Father God
creator of me and all
Abba God Hallelujah
Thank-you Father God
Hallelujah
6/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Front-liner with dedicated service for others and family,
A good leader who steps ahead saying, “Be brave follow me!”
The counselor, best friend and source of spiritual strength,
Health protector who cares patiently in an unlimited length;
Epitome of faith, love and trust at home,
Responsible parenthood - he offers with endless bloom;
Super Hero for me in my unfathomable admiration!
Dad, I pray and wish the best for you on your special day;
A healthy, happy and blissful life- may God grant you every day,
You are the best father in the world. I love you so much, daddy!
May 17, 2021 5.29pm
A Tribute to Father's Day Contest
Sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS
It’s a little peculiar
To think
You are more present
Than ever
More now
That you are gone
I feel you hovering around me
Protective and encouraging
I feel you
Plugged into my energy
Almost living vicariously
Through me
And it gives me
Strength and determination
As I feel you with me
More like a spiritual presence
Holding my hand
Guiding me
On my quest
Through the galaxy
Of life’s miracles and mysteries
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on May 10, 2018 for contest MID MAY PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Happy Father’s Day
Dad you
were always there
wiped my tears when I fell
carried in your arms and shoulders
You're spiritual, loving soul watching
guiding knowledge, and work ethics
in my growth. The man that
can move mountains
love you
By: Eve Roper 6/21/2015
Lucky day! Father McShane was on the altar.
I knelt in gratitude, in silent applause.
He said mass faster than the lead car in a drag race.
Hosts flew and before we knew it: “Ite, missa est.” *
The nine a.m. ritual was well worth it on Sundays with daddy.
Out of the mist of sneezy incense, enclosed in glass tabernacles
food for the soul of another kind awaited us at the Brewster bakery.
Father and daughter a spiritual team of confectionary communicants,
were in search of the one true doughnut, the absolute muffin.
My father kept us ever faithful.
*Go, the Mass is ended
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
June 14, 2012