For the Father's Day

Is it in sunrise that I find my peace,

in warming glow reflected on calm water,

or dancing flowers in waking wind?

Do the notes of my flute

call any spirit but my own?

Yet I love it here, 

before clamor, before duty,

before world-song calls me

to be other than Other,

other than Apart,

other than heart of your heart.

Hear me, Father!

When my soul’s burden 

fills my eyes and chokes my throat, 

know that I love you, 

that I trust you

amidst tragic injustice 

and vain labor,

despite deceptive logic 

and deliberate evil,

throughout all the waiting

and waiting, and waiting.

May I always be Other

as you are Other,

Apart, Father,

as you are Apart,

a part of you always,

heart of my heart.