“I will love them freely…
They shall blossom…
They shall flourish…
They shall blossom…
(Hosea 14, selected verses. Read entire chapter here.)
One left the nest a decade ago
and now cares for a nest of her own.
One is seeking the rise to wisdom and experience
and finds that the winds can carry you
down as well as up…left as well as right.
One continues the flight that only those
who wear the feathers of a teen
can truly understand.
I love them freely. I know I do.
I hope they hear my songs.
I dream their dreams.
I hope only the best.
I pray –
not for settled skies…
but for safe passage, nonetheless.
I offer…my self, my love, and shelter from the storms.
I watch my baby birds as closely as they allow.
I dream
of the songs they will sing…
the vistas they will see…
the change they will bring through the
simple beating of their wings.
I watch and pray and be – a Dad.
God speaks to me and sighs,
“I know…I know.”
Inspired by three of the loves of my life as I listened to www.pray-as-you-go.org.
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