bathe us in your glow,
and the wisdom you allow
will be all we know.

a man of substance,
eschewing symbology,
shows love quietly.

On Father’s Day I wanted to creep back into the habit of expressing something relevant about my father.

It’s funny how most of what I admire about my father revolves around the concept of quiet expressions of love through action. Maybe it fascinates me because it goes against the grain of what I tend to do when I write. No matter what words I can manage, they will pale against the profound eloquence of those simple, often selfless actions that have been the hallmark of my father’s life as I’ve observed it.

So before I muddy it up with any more flailing attempts at eloquence, I just want to say thanks to my father, and wish all the other dads out there a great Father’s Day.

six months still jobless
and you don’t count anymore;
such are the metrics.

photo: Daquella manera

what makes you happy
is rarely the same as what
makes them think you are.

photo: Tracy O

we just ask for fish,
but You’d prefer us to learn
how to catch our own.

(Written after reading Heather’s post “Getting What You Ask For“)

photo: Mari’s Photographic Adventure

no tender mercy;
the angel who can’t see me
can’t be moved to care.

photo: kchbrown

Agnes Lucia,
7 pounds, 15 ounces,
born this past wednesday.

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we love homecomings
even more than we hated
to send you away.

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if you bleed me dry,
it’s just that you never learned
to fend for yourself.

photo: Sarcasmo

though I pine for her,
I know she’s an evergreen,
a cold weather tree.

photo: jordan meeter

I’m not what you think;
I’m smart and stupid in ways
you might not expect.

photo: Today is a good day