#the sky

nowadays the sky
has my father's face
towering above me
with his goodness and clean sanity
looking down at me
a trifle impatient
trying to hide his fondness
asking me constantly
so what have you done
with yourself?
i cant blame him
33 years of quiet belief
patient love
his precious hand on
my head
burning blessings into
my thick skull


papa, your day dreams
have climbed
out of your window
have flown across
the green fields
hitch hiked over the hills
have climbed
atop kind clouds
and now they make the sky.
the endless sky
is your face
and i walk timid under the shadow of your love