This poem reminds me of my father who has lost so much but remains ever faithful. He fought in two wars, lost two daughters, and in November of 2008, he lost his wife of 52 years. He told me when I was 12 years old that “Nothing is impossible.” On this day when we honor veterans, I honor my father, and I pray for peace.
On his quest to the distant horizon he came upon a tree,
tired from the journey he began to walk slower,
feeling his legs had become like cement,
he saw that he was walking in water that touched his feet
and with each step, rose higher to his knees.
The water moved about him cooling and refreshing
as step by step he came closer to the magnificent arbor,
John realized it was sitting in the middle of the river.
“I come to find the purpose of my life’s journey,”
he spoke to the sky which still lay languid
cradling the sun that was beginning its descent,
it said nothing yet sent a cool breeze
and as he dried his dampened brow
felt the feeling of silk move over his head,
his few remaining hairs blowing slightly,
the man felt calm and at ease.
He stood before the grandest tree he had ever seen,
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