The Father’s Serenade
In the evening,
He starts singing,
Between two legs crossing,
Confessing sins through wording,
Merging silence with truths he's meeting,
His voice rippling as waves keep unfolding.
His serenade of the evening,
Filling the air in the name of healing,
Soothing birds in cages to sleeping
Letting clams breathe free from the drying,
A hymn calming the ocean’s surging.
And even babies stop crying,
While evil spirits are running.
He keeps forgiving,
Never judging,
His heart keeps aiming,
Toward God everlasting.
Rolph David
Sun 12th Jan 2025 14:27
Yanma,
The verses of your poem The Father’s Serenade beautifully portray a father’s song as a vessel for healing and connection. The imagery of calming oceans, soothing birds, and silencing cries conveys the universal power of his voice, transforming pain into peace.
The way his song ripples through the world, bringing solace and harmony, is deeply moving—a testament to the quiet strength of love and understanding. Thank you for sharing such a serene and uplifting piece!
Regards,
Rolph