Themes and Insights
Missing My Father
The Bond Between God and Child: It reflects on the profound relationship between God and God's children, emphasizing the importance of this connection in nurturing love and understanding.
The Burden of Adulthood: The speaker laments the responsibilities and complexities of adult life, contrasting them with the carefree nature of childhood.
The Pain of Loss and Grief: There’s an exploration of the emotional pain associated with loss—of innocence, youth, and the parental figure—emphasizing how these losses impact one's identity and emotional well-being.
Desire for Spiritual Connection: The poem conveys a longing for a deeper, spiritual connection with the Creator, seeking solace and joy in a return to a childlike state of being and wonder.
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Missing My Father
Restore the heart of my youth
Return the unknowing mind
Repair the withered flesh
Flourish in that spirit then
Young, unimportant, without need.
Blind these eyes to these worlds
Deafen these ears to the screams
Erase the memories of the sorrows of man
Nurture back the child to life
Forgotten, alone and at peace with a dog
How much greater a dreamer was I
Then the master I became?
How much more in love with life then
Than the life I did not create since?
Within my soul there the air sucks in always
Pulling every manner of emptiness
Into the bottomless pit.
Such a pit carved out by the stone
Which fell from Heaven and passed through.
The pains of the flesh are sharp and cutting
The pains of the heart are as decay and grasping for life
The pains of the mind are the rightious whispers
Spoken by the ever shipwrecked ghosts of hell.
But the pains of the soul are as blunt as the rock
Tearing and removing everything in its path.
See the boy in the garden working beside his Father
See him in the kitchen laughing and helping his mother
See that perfection in that perfect knowledge of goodness!
And what is a man without this boy inside him?
Who can be a father or husband
Without purity and innocence?
Who can lead an innocent child and be himself without?
Who can love a playful woman and be himself without?
Better I think to be forgotten
and to forget all the futility
The world has bred into man.
Better to be stupid, blind, deaf and ignorant.
Better to be foolish to all who pass by.
Better to be inept, confused, lost and poor.
Better to be seen by man as a child
Seen as a wanderer and alien
Seen as a vagrant and homeless
Seen as a servant of exacting worthlessness
Than to endure the world.
I would trade every shiny thing
And let go of the will of my mind
Too see the one in me who was beautiful
I would run and laugh in the fields with my sons and daughters
As one of them.
I would talk about dreams and build sandcastles in the
Sandbox with my wife as children do.
There is nothing more I wish to know
Nothing more I wish to learn
Nothing more I wish to see or hear
Of this world.
There is no more price I wish to pay
Or tax I wish to obey
Or slavery I wish to be commanded by
I want no piece of paper that states my worth
Or touts my accomplishments
Or rank and privilege given to me by another man.
I desire no praises
I need not be accepted
I seek no approval from man.
I wish only to walk again
Beside my Creator
And play in his land
I once knew as a boy.
I would run and laugh in the fields with my sons and daughters
As one of them.
I would talk about dreams and build sandcastles
in the Sandbox with my wife…
as beautiful children do.
Ryan o0o
Missing My Father
Restore the heart of my youth
Return the unknowing mind
Repair the withered flesh
Flourish in that spirit then
Young, unimportant, without need.
Blind these eyes to these worlds
Deafen these ears to the screams
Erase the memories of the sorrows of man
Nurture back the child to life
Forgotten, alone and at peace with a dog
How much greater a dreamer was I
Then the master I became?
How much more in love with life then
Than the life I did not create since?
Within my soul there the air sucks in always
Pulling every manner of emptiness
Into the bottomless pit.
Such a pit carved out by the stone
Which fell from Heaven and passed through.
The pains of the flesh are sharp and cutting
The pains of the heart are as decay and grasping for life
The pains of the mind are the rightious whispers
Spoken by the ever shipwrecked ghosts of hell.
But the pains of the soul are as blunt as the rock
Tearing and removing everything in its path.
See the boy in the garden working beside his Father
See him in the kitchen laughing and helping his mother
See that perfection in that perfect knowledge of goodness!
And what is a man without this boy inside him?
Who can be a father or husband
Without purity and innocence?
Who can lead an innocent child and be himself without?
Who can love a playful woman and be himself without?
Better I think to be forgotten
and to forget all the futility
The world has bred into man.
Better to be stupid, blind, deaf and ignorant.
Better to be foolish to all who pass by.
Better to be inept, confused, lost and poor.
Better to be seen by man as a child
Seen as a wanderer and alien
Seen as a vagrant and homeless
Seen as a servant of exacting worthlessness
Than to endure the world.
I would trade every shiny thing
And let go of the will of my mind
Too see the one in me who was beautiful
I would run and laugh in the fields with my sons and daughters
As one of them.
I would talk about dreams and build sandcastles in the
Sandbox with my wife as children do.
There is nothing more I wish to know
Nothing more I wish to learn
Nothing more I wish to see or hear
Of this world.
There is no more price I wish to pay
Or tax I wish to obey
Or slavery I wish to be commanded by
I want no piece of paper that states my worth
Or touts my accomplishments
Or rank and privilege given to me by another man.
I desire no praises
I need not be accepted
I seek no approval from man.
I wish only to walk again
Beside my Creator
And play in his land
I once knew as a boy.
I would run and laugh in the fields with my sons and daughters
As one of them.
I would talk about dreams and build sandcastles
in the Sandbox with my wife…
as beautiful children do.
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
Missing My Father
The Bond Between God and Child: It reflects on the profound relationship between God and God's children, emphasizing the importance of this connection in nurturing love and understanding.
The Burden of Adulthood: The speaker laments the responsibilities and complexities of adult life, contrasting them with the carefree nature of childhood.
The Pain of Loss and Grief: There’s an exploration of the emotional pain associated with loss—of innocence, youth, and the parental figure—emphasizing how these losses impact one's identity and emotional well-being.
Desire for Spiritual Connection: The poem conveys a longing for a deeper, spiritual connection with the Creator, seeking solace and joy in a return to a childlike state of being and wonder.
Missing My Father
Restore the heart of my youth
Return the unknowing mind
Repair the withered flesh
Flourish in that spirit then
Young, unimportant, without need.
Blind these eyes to these worlds
Deafen these ears to the screams
Erase the memories of the sorrows of man
Nurture back the child to life
Forgotten, alone and at peace with a dog
How much greater a dreamer was I
Then the master I became?
How much more in love with life then
Than the life I did not create since?
Within my soul there the air sucks in always
Pulling every manner of emptiness
Into the bottomless pit.
Such a pit carved out by the stone
Which fell from Heaven and passed through.
The pains of the flesh are sharp and cutting
The pains of the heart are as decay and grasping for life
The pains of the mind are the rightious whispers
Spoken by the ever shipwrecked ghosts of hell.
But the pains of the soul are as blunt as the rock
Tearing and removing everything in its path.
See the boy in the garden working beside his Father
See him in the kitchen laughing and helping his mother
See that perfection in that perfect knowledge of goodness!
And what is a man without this boy inside him?
Who can be a father or husband
Without purity and innocence?
Who can lead an innocent child and be himself without?
Who can love a playful woman and be himself without?
Better I think to be forgotten
and to forget all the futility
The world has bred into man.
Better to be stupid, blind, deaf and ignorant.
Better to be foolish to all who pass by.
Better to be inept, confused, lost and poor.
Better to be seen by man as a child
Seen as a wanderer and alien
Seen as a vagrant and homeless
Seen as a servant of exacting worthlessness
Than to endure the world.
I would trade every shiny thing
And let go of the will of my mind
Too see the one in me who was beautiful
I would run and laugh in the fields with my sons and daughters
As one of them.
I would talk about dreams and build sandcastles in the
Sandbox with my wife as children do.
There is nothing more I wish to know
Nothing more I wish to learn
Nothing more I wish to see or hear
Of this world.
There is no more price I wish to pay
Or tax I wish to obey
Or slavery I wish to be commanded by
I want no piece of paper that states my worth
Or touts my accomplishments
Or rank and privilege given to me by another man.
I desire no praises
I need not be accepted
I seek no approval from man.
I wish only to walk again
Beside my Creator
And play in his land
I once knew as a boy.
I would run and laugh in the fields with my sons and daughters
As one of them.
I would talk about dreams and build sandcastles
in the Sandbox with my wife…
as beautiful children do.
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
Missing My Father
The Bond Between God and Child: It reflects on the profound relationship between God and God's children, emphasizing the importance of this connection in nurturing love and understanding.
The Burden of Adulthood: The speaker laments the responsibilities and complexities of adult life, contrasting them with the carefree nature of childhood.
The Pain of Loss and Grief: There’s an exploration of the emotional pain associated with loss—of innocence, youth, and the parental figure—emphasizing how these losses impact one's identity and emotional well-being.
Desire for Spiritual Connection: The poem conveys a longing for a deeper, spiritual connection with the Creator, seeking solace and joy in a return to a childlike state of being and wonder.
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