Your Son My Father

Your Son, My Father

...

stuttering aloud

asking accusing angry

delving into my words

seeking to express these

questions over lifetimes grown

struck with this knowing

and a wonder

brave

to seek and wander

powerfully built to be strong

your son my father

...

more than just these scattered letters

It is A Title

what you are I become

a stranger

so everywhere so absent

so strange always alone

...

your son my father

...

your silence deeply profound

echoing here, there and beyond

but to whom to turn to

when you only gesture

your sights your signs your sounds

your sons my father

...

urchins we wonder

look all the mansions around

littering every street every town

Yours say The Scriptures

yet we get to wander

We, The Sons of God

Michael

30.05.26