What is a father meant to be?
A haven, a refuge, a sheltering tree,
a pathway to follow, a good name to share,
a standard to hold up and faithfully bear,
a teacher, a mentor, a gift from above
to guide us, to lead us, to lift us with love.
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The years sit heavy on my back,
this face well-mapped by trails of pain.
These eyes, two tunneled railroad tracks,
are loath to bear the coming train.
image by Danie Franco on UnsplashRenew in me a righteous spirit, Lord,
a valiant spirit with a willing sword.
Make of me more than I alone can be,
a living oak with strong limbs raised to thee.
A mother’s love is bedrock and quicksilver.
It anchors her whole heart, then sets it free.
Forever bound, adorned in golden soul-strings,
she shimmers with eternal destiny.
The world says you live on in me.
I can’t deny that’s true.
My heart and mind are always filled
with memories of you.
hearts together, secrets shared
disagreements, gently aired
private jokes and public smirks
comfort with each other’s quirks
Unsplash – Image by Tasi Zoltan
We come to life with dreams and possibilities.
Life comes at us with loss and liabilities.
The twain shall meet, must meet in lows and highs—
their interplay, the price of growing wise.
At times, we scale a mountain, and
another one appears.
More than a few of us climb countless
ranges, through the years.