His eyes were bright with hope,
My teacher.
I listened to the lessons, the wisdom
that freely flowed.
"The future," first he spoke
with a glance.
"a sparkling world of wonderment."
Ignoring the doubt my face betrayed,
my teacher continued.
"Every turn, more facinating
than the last, excitement, intrigue,
ahhh, happiness!"
"But," I objected,"what about
the fear, the pain, the catastrophe
after catastrophe?"
"Nonexistant." his eyes explained
Could he be right? I wondered.
Could these forces that prevent me
from exploring, embracing the future
be of my own devise?
He truly is wise,
My Teacher.
"But, what about the differences?" I asked,
testing his wisdom.
"he from me,
me from him,
us from those people?"
His countenance questioned me back
as if baffled by my ignorance.
My teacher chuckled.
"There are no differences."
his actions explained.
I sat for a moment,
attempting to soak in
such a difficult lesson.
But, as if that weren't enough,
my teacher
had one more, ultimate
teaching.
He came close to me,
and then, amazingly,
despite all of my faults,
kissed me on the cheek
and unconditionally said,
"I love you daddy."