Oh Savoir faire,
the emotions you share
with your heart and your mind
let me know we are truly two of a kind.
This woman you speak of, the love of your life
is a destination you seek when she is your wife.
A goal set in motion by your mother and me
from a memory you have, age two perhaps three
lights the path of your journey
so you're not traveling blind
oh Savoir fair we must be
two of a kind.
Love you Son keep on writing

-Patrick D. O'Connor SR.-
My father wrote this to me in response to stroke story
Karijinbba Jul 10
You are invited to come to dine with me, From now through all Eternity, Believe in the father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, And dine with Jesus as your host, To live in Heaven Eternally, All you must do is.......?  
PS: God in Jesus name please bless everyone reading
this prayer
anyone in my past who hurt me
and to the one single King
you sent for me
my true love of old
blessed are all his loved ones
I hope He prays for my soul
may the King remembers me
as something
very dear and precious
despite adversity
grant me the blessing of one holy
poem of his ink
please Lord grant me. this peace
in this poetic air or in any method you grant
I surrender to you Jesus
in prayer I bow deeply

forgive me Lord i had messed up
so bad I felt I had no right to the benefit of His love
nor for my peace
and for that I ask Lord please
forgive me
a heart of Gold we both had
I find peace
in this truth
that i never intentionally
willed any harm to my loved one nor anyone in turmoil
no matter how dead silent nor
how foolish a word
written in despair
or foolish ink
never became a bad deed
please bless my siner lips
Anilegna sechnaz serreitug
For years I looked at this words framed on my walls along with Foot Prints"until I remembered Lancelott my knight had mailed it to me on a card 40 years ago and just Like that he pierced my heart with his bow, his ray of light and my cup of thorns was no more
Natalie Jan 4
Growing up, I was taught the story of two men
One built his house upon the rocks and one upon the sand
And I learned the difference between humility and pride
I was taught to differentiate the foolish from the wise
Because when God sent the rainfall and the waters began to rise,
The house on sand crumbled right in front of thoughtless eyes
And my father would tell me, "Darling, don't build your foundation in the weak, in something that might die"
But I've been constructing my home on gravel my entire life

If there is a God
Why did he let me build my house upon the sand?
Why did he lay down every brick and let the nails tear through my hands?
I am an urchin in the dirt leaving claw marks in the earth
And my cries fall from my mouth and cling to my tattered shirt
If there is a God
Then why would he call himself a Father to me?
Why would he want to break my heart and crush my dignity?
He prides himself on the ringing in my ears
and his mason jars of tears
Instead of being my faith, why would God want to be my greatest fear?
If heaven is where he is,
then hell is anywhere but here

If there is a God
And he's my Father
And he is so divine
Then why did I grow up so sick and sad and tired all the time?
Why would he instill doubts from Satan himself for everyone to see;
"You're inadequate
That's all you'll ever be"
My mistakes render me useless,
At least, that's what Father says of me

And if there is a God,
And he's my father
How could he walk away as if nothing ever happened, although I have seen it all before
Because what happens in this House of Heaven stays behind closed doors
It always has

The mortar in my walls are breaking and the water is rushing in
I wish so badly to repair it, but I've always been like this
The dirt I fell in twenty years ago is matted to my skin
The cuts on my soul since childhood are all I've ever been
I'm sorry Father, for I have sinned
And I have nothing good to show
And I don't mean to point the blame, Father, but sin is all I've ever known

If there is a God, would he let me stand before his throne?
Would he take me into his arms and treat me as his own?
Would he wash my dirty shirt and let me stand where the saints have stood?
Would he help me build a house upon the rocks
Like a father should?

I wonder if I can build it well enough to reach him
Because my current house can't as long as its this way
If there is a God
I wonder what he'd say
about me

I am the prodigal daughter you never learned about in stories
Tahirih Manoo Aug 2017
In white water lilies ;
Miniature specks of radiant light
Swim in clear water of minerals, nestled by honey brown soil of nourishing elements
Engulfed by inner petals of delicate but impenetrable comfort
Transported by wise ripples along a translucent rectangle
Eager to drop off the water-fall edge of the plane
To fall as rain and unto its chosen carrier
Of whom shall be called its mother
Waiting to start developing physically after the essence of the mother's choice is fused with her very own jewel
The essence belonging to whom it will call father.
12:57 am . Monday, 21st, August, 2017.
I agreed with someone yesterday.
And watched how, when I do,
Just like you,

My brows ascend my head
And my teeth

Against my lower
Lip, like,
A cigarette stamped dead.

I glimpsed the infinite --
Felt its weighty shudder,
Like an echo

In a corridor,
Long enough
To house the reach

Of an ancient ribbon
All the way back.

And I wept for the majesty of fatherhood;

Your heart, your mind, your manner,
In mine immortal.
Alessia Aug 2
My father has threatened to leave
More times then he said he’d stay
Made my mother cried more tears
Then he voluntarily cleaned up
Hurt my brother
More times then he’s helped him
Called me names
More times then he’s fought them
My father didn’t associate himself with me till I was nine
He forget my birthday
More times then he remembered it
Took credit for the gifts my mother wrapped till her finger bled
Ate his cheeseburgers
While my mother was at the gym
Because he said she need to lose weight
Before she bought that dress
My father is a monster
More then he is a man
Father, time is wasting
Away, leaving you
As your virility and strength do,
Like your pallid age-spotted skin
Has done
To your youth,
Fallen away..
Like your own words’s
Once resurrecting memories
Of the charmer
Extrovert you
Once knew
Of yourself, spoken words
As an amorous fool.

The last honest
Champion of papillon skies,
Discarding all armor
Love the only weapon
“The fearless wonder”
Invincible once again
As I listen then
To You remembering…

But time is simply too cruel,
Oh father
And silent lesson:

Great wisdom is mute
In the loudness
Of your diminishment
Oh how honest it argues
The cost to know
Not gods but Love
Father, time ends
When no one sees
Or bothers...

Time has only Then and “when”
A sadness that goes
As Far as the thunder’s roll.

Oh father, up in heaven,
I have no doubt we’ll meet again
In the light of zen

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