All of us have a father but what a father means to us individually has many different meanings.
 
For me my father was a guide that helped to mentor me in many of the trials and tribulations of my life journey.
 
Through his examples of a kind and caring nature he taught me about my responsibilities toward kindness. In his actions he showed me how to develop tolerance for the unfairness in what I’d come to know of the world.
 
In his passing, I lost something that can never be replaced on this side of the dirt but, I know he is waiting on the other side of the “thin veil”. When that day comes, I think the unknowns shall become known and we are shown what eternity has to offer…
 
From that vantage point, we are exposed to the “absolute truth” in our contrived earthly motivations. If we’re lucky enough a Father may come to us in our dreams, which may attempt to communicate something more without corrupting our here and now.
 
For the time being, we can only capture small glimpses of what awaits us and sometime a rare and hopeful echo from the canyon …hum?

Words From The Father……

Like echos from a canyon, my mind feels father’s words…

In flight above with heart felt love he comes to me at night.

While fast asleep his voiceless speech affirms the terms, in place he’s reached.

In mind alone he confirms he’s home in great unknown called kingdom come…

In wordless interaction that escapes from all distractions, a message sent in mind’s ascent is void of need’s reaction.

Transferred thoughts from mind to mind make it clear that life held dear should not concern our man made fears.

Yet in this place of widen space which seems to be at end of race…

An image of God’s grand design has no need to be refined or corralled in thoughts of mind of man, explaining all what he has planned.

Like echos from a canyon, my mind feels father’s words…

In single span from tick of clock all is known from transferred thoughts, no words or sounds expound confound for ears of men can’t hear such sounds.

In grand design from mind of God he has no need to post a blog or make it clear to men my dear, as thy soul has always known.

We’ll get a mirror of things we feared and see of our reflections…

And in that glimpse thy recompense is paid in terms without defense.

As afterlife is full of spice and things so nice and love that’s overflowing.

When one’s called home to door of throne at end of days in which we’ll all be going…

And in this place there’s no disgrace for stumbled pace or dirt on face.

Like echos from a canyon, my mind feels father’s words…

We come to know thy weight of soul that’s scaled against both too and fro…

No worried needs nor cop of plea’s excuse, for who is who in him of you and actions taken without a clue…

For deeds and actions consequence are shadowed in thy ruse…

‘Twill be good and bad and mad and sad and all the things that made us glad that measured our reactions.

A time will come for writing song with words without redactions…

Like echos from a canyon, my mind feels father’s words…

And from such view of him in you that shared a life in crew of new…

Father’s gift of second chance blessed life a new for both of you!

For who is who in him of you and actions taken without a clue…

Shall make thy story one of glory or fall from grace in second place!

But in the end, we own thy sins and abruptly suspend all false pretends…

We come to know the criminal with larceny in thy heart, and all the false perceptions that had failed one from the start.

‘Twill be exposed in all to know, which comes to roost in calling truce.

In tones and groans from grave now home his mind conveyed what’s all to say in silence thoughts conferred. Like echos from a canyon, my mind hears father’s words…

Michael Chaffee 8-23-22