For some reason, a poem I wrote many moons ago has wrestled its way to the forefront of my consciousness, dragging broken cobwebs along with it. It was written more than eighteen years ago on the eve of the birth of my second son, about one year before the discovery of my first tumor. I’m not saying it’s good or bad – it simply is what it is: heartfelt sentiments expressed by an amateur in celebration of a momentous occasion, and I'd like to share it with you.
The torch of life is passed
The spark for each new day,
From the depths of history’s darkness
To brighten future’s way.
We honor those before us
By shining in their glow,
Illuminating others
Our privilege to know.
The ticking of eternity
Measures out our chance to be,
A time to live and love
Until our souls are free.
So carry the fire proudly
Until your song is sung,
Be ever bold and strong
Burn brightly little one.
6 comments:
Beautiful :-)
Hi Paul,
What a precious poem. I am so glad Brandon will see you soon! He is fortunate to have such a special father and you have every reason to be extraordinarily proud of both your sons. They are amazing.
I look forward to the time, whenever it is, that I get to see you!
Hang in there and know we miss you and support you.
Love,
Deanna
cobwebs on the ceiling
cobwebs on the wall
cobwebs in the corner
cobwebs in the hall....
memories of a childhood
hearts so filled with love
wrapped around our innocence
like a warm and tender glove
lying on my back
in a room not of my choice
but knowing Someone loves me
gives me hope and gives me voice.
Another amazing glimpse into your heart and soul... thanks for sharing. Love you.
Dad,
This poem has inspired me and I have loved it my whole life, and surprisingly didn't know you wrote it until now (or maybe I forgot), it is an amazing poem that I will show my kids one day.
-Taylor
Thank you once more for sharing so much of your life with us... we all continue praying for you :) You are such a proud father; but remember the apple doesn't fall far from the tree! You are an extraordinary person!
Love,
Imelda
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