Fathers and Sons
I – Sons
When the deepening occurs
you are seated, once again
for the first time – familiar-.
Yet no sense, no thought nor emotion
would have ever held the potency
Fears evaporated like water (and, if not mindful, others will replace them)
But for now the vapor is cause for amusement
and after oceans have dissapeared
you can walk along the sea bed
and wander – wonder
at what was always there, underneath.
Ahhh but what, what could be this heat
that makes an ocean inconsequential.
What must this scorching heat be –
oceans turned to dust.
And the shells that are left glitter
Don’t be fooled…although the sun sets
and the waves lap easily
the oceans beauty betrays the fearful,
the real beauty is the solid rock below.
Ohhh what tremendous fire ball cooks the betrayer
turning to dust all that is not rock and solid
while glittering, simple things lie
as they always have
at the bottom.
What ferocious flame.
What size of sun.
What Herculean Heat
for bringing what has been hidden
II – Fathers
I don’t understand how one man could kill another
once he has looked into the eyes of his son,
into the eyes of the woman who is and has given him.
Perhaps if the child is taken by force,
-are these childless men that celebrate death by force-
We only live in our world
and in mine I am changed, deepened.
How does a father begin to murder.
This questions is new and the answer
doesn’t come to me
and I don’t know.
In my world there is no murder – only gifts
gifts that have struck me dumber
awakened me from my slumber,
the number of times I’ve closed my eyes
and the lies and furrowed sighs
fall away as I rise
to meet the giant that is my son.
And as I stand and stretch and reach
to hold myself up to him
I feel my body, my foundation, my glittering
priceless things shaking with humility
at what lies directly in front of me.
and I weep like the child I once was.
and I put down the guns and the allow
the fortress to be vaporized with all the rest.
I allow myself to be defeated
and I look into my smiling and bursting heart
and see My Son.