"The Dreaded Glance In His Eyes"

From this bed I write upon a page
memories of living on Dad’s farm,
silver in the silence the pale moon
as twilight fell upon a vast lagoon,
shining brightly on the glade below

with my puppy dog Daddy gave me,
playing hiding games on the porch
the clown who barked in the night,
jumping around chasing his tail
when lights were on in the kitchen.

These memories haunting me
so afraid that day in my mind,
seeing my Dad crying in pain
a dreaded glance in his eyes,
the coffee cold upon the stove

his only pipe falling on the floor
by the wall near a family picture.
Mom rushing in with our bible
where we prayed on our knees,
silently waiting for the answer.

God in his mercy waking Dad
trembling with words of faith,
this new day to live life anew
planting seeds in his sermon,
a sign for everyone to believe,

the church he built on faith
there on the hill of Calvary,
a picture of our farm below
covered with dainty daises,
God’s miracle to save him -

“Christians or non believers
don’t waste your life today,
this is my plea for your life
just in case you die alone,
without faith to live forever.”