If you are not a dad, you have a father and have a Father,
But for those who do not have a father, you have a Father,
A Father whose Spirit fills your lungs like air.
Breathe in and hold Him so close.  Exhale and breathe in, again.
So comfort will fill you from the inside out.
He has a Son, you have a brother, do you know Him,
or of Him?
He has washed
you from the
outside in,
taken it all
away.  

We camped, I remember camping,
mom and dad would sit in the front
seat sharing a drink in a can,
"dusty gravel roads can bring out
a thirst in a man."  Sunglasses hid
their eyes from the glaring summer sun,
station wagon packed in the back,
tent trailer with a hard top towed behind,
windows rolled down to condition the air
temperature and the rush went through
our crew cut hair, Goldie a Sheltie dog,
hung out the window until the wind got
to fast to see blurred images going by
like memories, no clean lines to define,
what was my childhood.

Thanks dad and mom for camping.