“Our Father
That art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name”
When I was at school
Every morning without fail
We stood in assembly
We recited this prayer
I knew it was a prayer to G_d
So why call him Father?
My father was very much alive
But now my father has passed
I still don’t relate to this prayer
Because I know my father
Could not be in heaven
Not that he was evil
or damn to Hell
He was good man in many ways
He had a free spirit
So somehow I know that the
Pearly gates wouldn’t confine him
His spirit soars free with the wind
And dives in the oceans
Sometimes he’s closer to home
To visit places
and
people he loved so much
He no longer needs to knock
We know he is there
We see his orb dart into sight
Sometimes it the tiniest of dots
That disappears with blink of an eye
But knowing he’s there
Showing us he still cares
There are times he doesn’t visit for weeks
I don’t get disheartened
Sometimes its enough to know
That he’s not confided
Behind the Pearly Gates
So wherever you are today Dad
May your spirit always be free
Let it soar on wind
And bring you home
To visit me
©Copyright 2014 by June Bolland