This poem is for Dad who lived so long and complete
I wish he saved
some little space so God and he could meet
God, may you
find a way to settle all his deeds
There is no
debt you cannot handle
You have
everything you need
You have cattle
on a thousand hills
You have honey
and milk flowing free and sweet
There is no art
that you can measure
To which you
can compete
There is no
song that you can sing
No beat that
you can strum
That is
anywhere as close as or as green a thumb
As God’s own
son
He has a garden
in mind
And he went
there for…
Even if it was
for you alone
It would not be
too much to ask you to make
Your heart his
throne
It would not be
too much to ask even, if
He asked the
moon
The moon, you
see, whenever you have
Something [trailed off, didn’t know how to end it….]
