#fatherlylove
Words, sonnets, and songs stick in my throat like glue
The feelings I posses must be proclaimed, but a way with words I do not have, and the way in which my words flow lack a certain… sophistication.
The images within desperately cry for an escape, but my unskilled strokes with a brush, a pen, even a pencil fail to capture images that try and take shape.
Emotions welling up from the depths of my soul yearn for release yet I find no outlet for everything I feel, I see, and I think,
please, let this cease…
You might have gathered all this was to impress someone,
but I realized the father I was trying to impress, he was not like other father figures I had clung to.
You see my true father resides in heaven, and he,
He does not require grand gestures of love.
I came to realize that He just wanted to know me,
and talk with me
and surprisingly
He just wanted to love me.
At this, incomprehensible words of love spilled from my lips and to my astonishment the Holy Spirit, which I forgot to even ask how to express my feelings, lifted them up as if each syllable had wings,
and Jesus whom I also forgot,
His blood was before me,
and when my words rested upon my fathers ears they were sweet,
as if they were spoken from the lamb of God himself.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
“i love my papa
he carries me on his shoulders
once i’m too tired to walk
he makes me waffles in the
morning sometimes and
helps mama fix my hair
he pushes me on the swing
at the park and tickles my
feet once i kick high enough
to finally be as tall as him
my papa hugs me when i’m
sad but he always makes a
joke just to make me smile
i love my didi
he helps me with my homework
even though he barely gets it
he makes horrible jokes and
is always trying to prank me;
even though i never fall for it
he watches my favorite movies
with me even if they aren’t to
his liking
my didi listens to me prattle
for hours because he likes
the sound of my voice
i love my dad
he helps me up when i’m too
depressed to get out of bed;
it makes me mad when he does
but i know why he does it
he cleans the cuts on my
arms with a gentle and steady hand;
i’ve never seen him look
so sad but also so caring
he holds me on the couch
while i cry after a bad
argument with my sister;
he has never let me down
i don’t know what i’d
do without him
my papa
my didi
my dad.”
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC