Tribute to a Father-in-Law
The first time I saw him
he was here
Excited
full of joy and gladness
So dear,
greeting each person
friends--strangers, the same,
calling each by his name
Always the optimist
So alive
loved people.
Anxious to share his
faith, his church, his home:
"Come for dinner;
there's plenty," he would say.
As if he knew the loaves
and fishes would extend
to all he so graciously
invited to attend.
The last time I saw him here
seated on the pew behind the
pulpit there, leaning forward,
As if he wanted to get as near
to God as possible.
His body was stooped and slow,
But his eyes the same
quick and bright,
Absorbing, savoring,
digesting the moment.
Tears of joy streamed
down his face as
his little smile fixed
mouth agape;
Mind sharp, ready
to pounce upon each word
of sermon, reflection or song.
He is here, today.
He has always been here:
As a child,
a boy, man,
father, grandfather, friend.
He will forever be here
with those he loved
Those held dear.
Yes, he is here!
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