#I too will go to you, says the son
to the face of the father.
He broadens his smile
thin and gathering dust for long
as if to acknowledge
he always knew
one day his son would stand before him
resigned and weary
willing to join on his route.
The son sees his father's lips
move in the briefest prayer..
Welcome.#
Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 12:29 PM UTC
#I too will go to you, says the son
to the face of the father.
He broadens his smile
thin and gathering dust for long
as if to acknowledge
he always knew
one day his son would stand before him
resigned and weary
willing to join on his route.
The son sees his father's lips
move in the briefest prayer..
Welcome.#
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