For My Father

[SilverRose]

You were the link

in the chain of generations

the last link, broken,

before me.

I have touched Mortality

and see it is Myself—

my turn, my number.

But I am not ready to follow you

into the winter and the end of days—

not yet—

For oh what a difference there has been

you, who lived your life, full,

never for self-gain or glory, but quiet,

the inbetween as quiet-grace

as your beginning and your end.

I have tried to walk the footsteps

the similar path, but faltering.

I have not yet Lived

I have not yet Had

I have not yet done most of

why I am here.

For you, the fullness and entirety

it speaks for itself—

of a life lived not only long, but well.

And I hope and pray that Time itself

will not give up on me

Causing the weight of unlived years to break

This link in the chain.

[Rev.Fred]

beautiful

[lammkb]

Sweet

[SilverRose]

thank you