I hear your voice and listen to the inflection of your words your passion for the rightousness of faith carries with it the lost dreams and hopes of a mis-spent youth That I oftentimes find myself recalling.
Although I do not recall in sadness the days and weeks of yesteryear, I remember my hopes and dreams, the few that were at that time, and I realize that the culmination of them all, the unknown factor that would justify my existence which had eludeded me until a mere few weeks ago became fully formed in the glory and reason for my existence gathered itself up and crested the chasoms of my weary heart showering me with purpose, and meaning, and hope that my life, once thought a trial of pain and suffering, indignant that so many others would have what I had so passionately sought after, was located in my own home In her own room, darkened to a faux night sky, and slept, peaceful and serene, ready to explode upon the world as a mover of mountains, a changer of hearts, the very purpose in which I was granted life, became this nuclear detonation of joy and fulfillment that is chomping at the bit to change the world one word at a time by knowing that knowledge is worth expressing in such an empassioned embrace, which so eagerly sought after by the desire to see the good in the world come to fruition and pollenize the people that came into contact with your oh-so-gracious soul, changing forever their hearts and hopes, their head held a little higher, their backs a little straiter, their steps a little more sure, that they are slightly, and yet forever, changed.
I always wanted to be somebody. I knew that I was supposed to be, anyway.
And now that I see your life unfold, I am proud and honored to to be that someone that you call "Dad".
I hear your voice and listen to the inflection of your words
ReplyDeleteyour passion for the rightousness of faith carries with it the lost dreams and hopes of a mis-spent youth
That I oftentimes find myself recalling.
Although I do not recall in sadness the days and weeks of yesteryear,
I remember my hopes and dreams,
the few that were at that time,
and I realize that the culmination of them all,
the unknown factor that would justify my existence
which had eludeded me until a mere few weeks ago
became fully formed in the glory and reason for my existence
gathered itself up and crested the chasoms of my weary heart
showering me with purpose, and meaning, and hope that my life, once thought a trial of pain and suffering,
indignant that so many others would have what I had so passionately sought after,
was located in my own home
In her own room,
darkened to a faux night sky,
and slept, peaceful and serene,
ready to explode upon the world as a mover of mountains,
a changer of hearts,
the very purpose in which I was granted life,
became this nuclear detonation of joy and fulfillment that is chomping at the bit
to change the world one word at a time
by knowing that knowledge is worth expressing in such an empassioned embrace,
which so eagerly sought after by the desire to see the good in the world come to fruition and pollenize the people that came into contact with your oh-so-gracious soul, changing forever their hearts and hopes,
their head held a little higher,
their backs a little straiter,
their steps a little more sure,
that they are slightly, and yet forever, changed.
I always wanted to be somebody.
I knew that I was supposed to be, anyway.
And now that I see your life unfold,
I am proud
and honored
to to be that someone
that you call "Dad".