Wednesday, June 11, 2014

In Passing

In Passing
Love, Papa.

Show me the pathway that you have chosen
and I see not the journey you have sought
or the footprints you have left behind.
Rather I see the flowers that have bloomed in your wake
and the birds that alight upon the branches after you have passed.
For this is not a place upon which we teach!
Rather, one in which we learn.

Love, Papa.

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