OUR FATHER

Although I am old

I am still a child

Of one

Who always cares for me

And ensures I have

All I need.

He guides me

As I take every turn

And as I enter

Every roundabout.

He walks with me as I stroll

Across green parks

That flank the strands

Above sands of primrose

Where I can paddle

In the gurgling shorebreak

Before pausing to watch

Parades of the coolest shades,

Dissembling in impressions

Like works of abstract art,

Beside turquoise waters

That shimmer in the sunlight

While rippling in the breeze.

Even when it is dark,

And I cannot see,

He sends me visions

So I know the waves glimmer

Under the moon at night

When I listen in my sleep

To the sighing sea,

Diminished, breathy,
Rolling with a rhythm

Written in the beginning

And set to the tempo

Of dances for angels.