rutakintome in poem, poetry November 30, 2020 229 Words Our Father you sound better todaybetter than yesterdayi’m your father… i know you see I never left her sideI was with her when I imagined herI saw her before there was timeand before the mountains stoodand the oceans sangbefore the great forestswere just little childrenshe was my child you sound better todaybetter than yesterdayi’m your father… i knowwhat you see as trialI see as triumphwhat you see as painI see as refiningwhat you see as darknessis just light to Me what you see as defeatis just another stepupon the light of eternitya small threadin the tapestryan immeasurable stroke of the brushon this canvas of beautyfor she is a masterpieceradiant in my loveheld in My arms you sound better todaybetter than yesterdayi’m your father… i know I saw her tearsI saw yours toofear and trustdoubt and peacesuch a crazy danceit is the unseen realthat you must seeit is the end of the ropethat you must releaseyou sound better todaybetter than yesterdayi’m your father… i know I have cometo know your painI have sufferedbeyond all sufferinggive yourself to meI am acquaintedwith your deepest griefand I know how aloneyou feelhow helplessout of controlalonejust give yourself to me you sound better todaybetter than yesterdayi’m your father… i knowthat’s what yourearthly papa saidwhen he called youyou see I gave him to youhe knowsand please hear MeI’m your FatherI know Share this:TwitterEmailLinkedInFacebookMoreRedditTumblrWhatsAppPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related Taggedbridefaithfearhopehospitaljourneylovepainpoempoetryrecoverysurgerytrustwife
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WOW! So beautiful and heartfelt … I am speechless!
Thank you Denise. My bride is home from the hospital. So grateful. Thanks for stopping by.
Although the signs always said not to, I took pictures in the chemo pods because I was so amazed by the bright primary colors in there, like big lego plastic preschool blocks–it was so jarring. But I always remember the hospital rooms and the ER rooms in black and white, which I felt was as it should be: somber, reflective, eternal, as if the pictures could have been taken any time. The hands: so perfectly beautiful. The photos are poetry, too.
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