When multitudes bowed down
To the whims of the mighty
You stood erect
Calm and clear
Assured of your inner strength
Born of character and nobility
A palm in the desert
Braving the dry wind and the biting cold
An image of awareness-
Father! I am proud of you.
Solitary
You stood
Inside the barbed wire enclosure of time
With confidence unparalleled
You gazed into the face of the mighty
With unblinking eyes and a proud smile
So immensely graceful-
Father! I am proud of you.
I was like a cub
To you, my Lion!
Your golden mane wiped me clean
With rough tenderness
Who shall I turn upon now
In fear and trembling
Who do I call upon now
In triumph and defeat?
You never failed me-
Father! I am proud of you.
I adore you
I worship you
I embrace you
Be my guiding star
And lead me from darkness into light
To truth and immortality
For you can do that-
Father! I am proud of you.
You have left
And the void is so frightening
It is so deep
Do I begin from where you have left?
Father, it is a race against time
Hold me in your firm grasp
And take me over the frightening gap
My faith reposes in you-
Father! I am proud of you.
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