No More Loaves to Bake
We are of this life and this earth
but an instant,
and death lasts longer.
My Dad has died
yet in me he lives-
but there are no more loaves to bake
and no more greens to mow.
In my life now, Dad can rest.
With me, Dad will live another life.
With me he will be patient for another end.
there are no more loaves to bake,
no more greens to mow.
In me the meaning of his life continues
as we search for a perfectness.
In this life and in this earth-for him
to bake and mow, for us to run.
In me a comfort will be found
and he is at peace-
Dad, there are no more loaves to bake.
No more greens to mow.
And when the end comes again
Then he and I will be in Jonah.
And we shall be one-
with no more races to run,
no more loaves to bake
no more greens to mow.
~Gary