He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand
…his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man…
[No, my life has NOT been a poor attempt to imitate my Dad. I don’t believe “imitation” was ever his wish…]
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
[He sculpted my soul to be my own. No one else’s. So that when I did go, I would be ok.]
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
[His sculpting hands]
[I don’t believe he ever wished for imitation. Instead, his only wish:]
And papa, I don’t think I said I love you near enough
[I love you, Dad.]
[And we are OK. Rest in peace.]
Father’s Day 2020
“Love and acts of love are so profound because they are utterly original. They arise from a purely unique creator. YOU are unique. YOU are a creator. You do not need to imitate other creators or creations.” (source)
Feel with Neil 
You my friend are a wordsmith of Shakespearean Richard Rohr mode. Oh how I envy you.
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Thanks Mr C. I’ll transpose your “envying me” to your “loving me.” Loving the divine in me, by the divine in you
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