I never knew my fathers God
I do not know for sure he had one
He is in heaven now but one could argue
That he never left
He had a way about him
A way that felt so right
You could see it when
He walked the woods
And meadows on starry nights
He didn't just belong here, He blended in
He became part of where ever he was
Even the animals loved him,
My Father, so gentle so kind.
Who was the guide for this one so right?
This one so close must have had
A confidante, someone to guide
For a wiser one I have never known.
To be with him was to be serene
To converse without words,
To know without doubt that all is well
To be with him was to never be alone
The worries of the day just went away
And we were free.
Yes, I never knew my fathers God,
And I do not know for sure but I think...
He is one
A splendid tribute for your father. It reminds me so much of my own father. You did an excellant job of suming the essence of an unusual, but remarkable dad-10
Very beautiful tribute to your father and how you feel about him even now. Feels like I know him through your poem, I feel the serenity you say your father always had through your poem. Can identify with this poem - it's like you're writing about my Mom - this is the way she was also. Very spiritual. Thank you for another extraordinary poem - loved reading it. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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