Transcendence
epitaph for my father gone twenty-seven years
The night sky is the blue
of your eyes that dreamed us
into being and even now I search its expanse
for some lingering sense of you.
But you have gone beyond
the reach of my dreaming
things left unsaid tremble forever
on my lips like wild birds seeking flight.
The heavens, ever sentient, will not give up its secrets
and holds you jealously.
You were the brilliant thread
our souls are embroidered with
and I have been gentled and made great
by the wisdom and unconditional love
bestowed upon me
If I have become even half of what you were
in my rite of passage
I have given you immortality.
I will watch, and wait,
until you pass this way again.
Copyright c1998
About the Creator
Jerrie DeRose
Willow Tree Early Ed Team social media sup; retired Early Childhood Education Consult; 2017 Mainstream Coalition intern; grassroots polit/fam advocate; Parent support tech MH center, Moderate unaffiliated, 16 yrs content writing; Army Vet
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