“We’re forever teetering on the brink of the unknowable,
and trying to understand what can’t be understood.”
― Isaac Asimov, The Caves of Steel
This is a photo of my father at 6 months old…
we weave together memories
we blot out truth
seekers of other worlds
inscriptions from our youth
brought together in kinship
held together by faith
we dance to the tune
of our ancestors
yet our true-selves remain
made from the dust of a million stars,
we come to this earth to learn
we are the brave returned
we carry heavy loads
as truly divine souls
and forgiveness really matters
it’s the hope
that we reclaim
as we let love
for we are of feeble frame!
even in quagmires of suffering
when we cannot see the light
they watch over us daily
and through the darkest nights
for the bones of our ancestors bear our genetic code
reminding us of our heritage
they forged paths through the wilderness
scorched by the heat at midday
they wore the scars of a hundred plagues
they foresaw earth’s decay
and they rise again in the new earth
like beacons of light
absolved by the Time-Lords
for their stories they rewrite….
I’ve written quite a lot about my old man on this blog,
so I have decided to commemorate his 100th year with a poem.
It’s about letting go and forgiveness.
I know for sure he came to this earth
to teach me to be the person I am today,
whether it be through acceptance or disapproval…
He read books by Isaac Asimov.
Perhaps he did see into the future and he wanted us
to be able to withstand the tribulation of this present time...
He would be a right old grump if he had lived this long!