This poem is dedicated to my father who went home to meet his Savior last November. Rest in peace, Dad…
The Vision
Midnight falls to unspoken depths,
quiet is noisy – a shadowing death.
Flickering night lights fading with time;
distances neglected, short of its prime.
Stars bright and joyful dance in the sky,
blurred by the vision of a tear in my eye.
Depths deepened by love, forever in heart;
feelings of coldness like strength torn apart.
Night has its calling though darkness can’t see
the blithering illness that’s hidden in me.
Holding and hoping – forever’s goodbye,
blurred by the vision of a tear in my eye.
Beautiful poem, Deacon Allen! A lovely tribute to your father’s memory.
Thank you so much.