Spiritual Fathers Day Poems | Examples

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Premium MemberFathers Day

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

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Premium MemberThinking of You This Father's Day

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 2026, Honorable Mention 2022

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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
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Premium MemberMy Venerable Dad - Memory Snippet On Fathers Day

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

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