A Dad

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A Dad


I used to wonder what kind of man could just walk away and leave his children he said he loved so much!
What could make him turn his back on them and never write or never call or never try to keep in touch!

I wondered time and time again each night as I said my prayers to God.
How could he not want me or want to be around me? Did I make his life that hard?

Did I do something to make him walk away and never want to come back home?
Did I do something to make him dislike me and want to leave us alone?

How could he love me and not think about me when he packed his bag and announced he was leaving?
How could he not send money back home for food, clothes, or shoes? How could he not care if I was eating?

How could he not want to see me grow up and miss out on the joy of knowing me?
How could he not see the pain that he caused to us especially to me and to our whole family.

Then it came to me later as I learned to give my all to the one true God!
A man is a man is a man is a man unless his life is being guided by the Lord!

Unless a man’s steps are ordered by God his path is often times encumbered with pain and strife.
God is the key ingredient to success, wisdom, knowledge, strength, and to living a joyously blessed life!

I know, now, that it had very little to do with me but was about the man within!
A man so fraught with pain and fear and so utterly caught up in his own sin!

A man who loved us a lot but never showed it, although I wish that he had.
Loving God and living for him makes for a wise, patient, loving father but any man can be just A Dad!

So as I live my life full of love, hope, happiness, but not totally free of stress and strife.
I’ve forgiven you for all the hungry nights, all the anger, and the stigma, because you are the man God blessed to give me life.

Yes God has blessed me to grow up in him so I try not to dwell on things that make me mad.
I think of you often and pray for you every night and I’ve learned to thank God for having you as A DAD!

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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