Going for a walk,
Just to talk.
Walking all over town-
Walking, walking, walking words flow unbound.
Seems such a long time ago now, we walked everywhere.
Walking, just to talk, walking to shop, walking to get some air.
Such a long time ago, you held out your hand.
Holding your thumb, I walked across the sand.
Walking it was what you did to rest.
Fishing is what you loved best.
Reading, reading, reading, from daybreak till twilight
Stacks of books by your chair, cigarette in your mouth, cups of tea wash away the night.
Every day, you read so much, sitting in your chair.
Yet, some day’s to the park we go, walnuts to gather, paper kites we send into the windy air.
Staying awhile you linger as a statue, unbending, in silence moodiness gathers.
Soon a decree is declared, a divorce and you’re but a memory left in tethers.
Gone away, we see you no more for many days.
Then once and again, we see you along our pathways.
First you’re here, now you’re gone, then you’re back again, a cycle of broken promises, I assume.
Then finally you’re gone for many years, but time, and circumstances your life consume-
We see you again, but briefly, then away to a detainment cell you flee.
Wishing constant companionship, in mental delusion, in ignorant pride accept a plea.
Guilty or not, it makes no sense, as a stroke left you paralyzed all along one side.
Sitting, alone you stayed year after year, choosing some other guide.
Finally from your detainment cell you are released.
Yet, to a world you cannot comprehend, your health has failed, your mind is not pleased.
Somehow, you believe you’ll once and again regain time lost.
How it is you never truly believed the cost?
Staying with one then another, hardly believing the Reaper was stalking you.
Fleeing away once and again, you linger in rue.
Pleading once, pleading twice, asking your children to come, as you wish to say a final goodbye.
A final goodbye, a thankful heart filled with unrelenting pain, yet, too ashamed to cry.
Forgiveness, standing waiting pleading for you, did you ever truly accept this free gift?
The gift of life for all eternity, did you finally to Christ forever your eyes lift?
Dear Daddy, praying for you, I prayed, dear daddy did to Christ you ever finally go?
Perfect you were not, but then neither are any which is why all who enter must go under the blood flow.
Under the flowing blood of Christ that was shed for you, and for me.
Dying, He paid, buried He sealed, risen He completed all that was needed to set free.
Dear Daddy, I remember you.
Dear Daddy, I prayed for you that you might be free from unending rue…