He Was

He was the first thing I noticed,

standing there just off the path.
I curled my toes inward, I remember,

not sure why I did though~
maybe to make sure it was real?
The gravel was the small kind,

a bit rounded, not sharp~
but He says there's no pain, right?

He looked younger, healthier.
I don't remember him ever looking such.
Watering various heights of cascading flowers~
he loved his flowers

and bored us by giving saplings or seedlings

or seeds from huge conifers he found out West~
the ones I wish now I'd saved.

There didn't seem to be a sun,
although it was bright, a fresh kind of light.
The breeze on my face was so perfect,

not hot, not even warm,
but not cold nor cool~just perfect.
Although I saw the others there,

it was him I wanted to see,

this time that seemed to last for minutes~
but then, only moments.

There was a time
when I thought back to the one I left,
yet there was no sorrow~
but He tells us that too, doesn't He?
I knew where I was, I knew I wanted to go to him,
to be closer~but I couldn't.

Not yet. I had to come back.

Come back and share the beauty that is there,
what perfect health looks like,
that what we read is beyond what we can imagine.
One day, though, one day I'll go back~
and I'll hug my dad.
Then we'll sit at the feet of the King.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

My daddy~

November 27, 1929 - July 3, 2004