Father's Day -- 1995

We stand around this grassy plot
to celebrate what you are not.

You are not sad...you cannot weep.
You are not tired...you do not sleep.

You are not fearful of the light
Illumined by His Holy Light.

You are not cold or stiff or sore
Your body's young forevermore.

You are not weak...your hug is strong
Among the host of heaven's throng.

You are not lonely...so many friends
With love for you that never ends.

You are not gone...you cannot go
Until our hearts do will it so.

You are not dead...you cannot die
Until all memories fade and dry,

And clouds no longer drift the sky,
And birds forget to soar and fly,

And stars blink out in heavens high,
And no one's left to wonder why.

You are not dead...you cannot die
Until all memories fade and dry.

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