To My Father on His 77th Birthday

Send us a legion of men to fight the wars
with their swords drawn in honor.

Send us a pride of poets to decipher the cacophony
of strident words that pretend to be discourse.

Send us a communion of evangelists to proclaim the value of life
to be lived within a kingdom of responsibility.

Send us an abandon of scholars to decode the tyranny of words
that divide the masses.

Send us a symphony of music makers to hear the musings of the
gods as they whisper the delicate airs of both abandon and measure.

Send us a scaffold of architects to fathom spires
that aspire to broaden mortality.

Or send just one good man to utter the words
that leap from his holy heart onto the podium,
the page, and onto the lips of his children.

September 10, 2012

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