Greeting Dad

Greeting Dad
I am older than that Trickster Time
and his mercurial Mother Nature.
Older than the stars and Earth
in continuous, evolving Creation
with its dramas of rebirth.
I am part of ageless Spirit—
even in this ever-changing
and ever-aging body of mine.
Yet when I greet my Dad,
I become a child of three
with love-bright eyes and trusting hand.
He’s a humble man of inner strengths,
inspiring and reminding.
I’ve watched his quiet patience
master time and circumstance.
Dad is the northern wilderness to me,
the forests, the water, and land I love.
Like a little child, I see
through my heart when I greet Dad.
April, 2003

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s