Consistent love
(by R.P.Edwards)
Consistent love
the child's desire
to warm the chill
to cool the fire
to calm the fears
to build the brave
to nurture "free"
to free...the slave
to always know
though distance great
the eyes, though hurt
will never hate
and falls are met
with arms a-wide
and warm embrace
where tears...can hide
then on, restored
and straightened, go
to conquer worlds
to strike the blow!
till death, at last
diverts above
to gaze upon
Consistent...love
"You mean...green bean casserole?"
"Yeah, that's it."
I have to admit, it was endearing...and a bit disarming. My O-so-grownup eleven year old, desiring the security of "the same," made sure that that particular menu item was on the Thanksgiving Table. He wasn't going to eat it, but it had to be there.
And I thought to myself, how important it is for those with young eyes to have a consistent anchor of solace, security...love, to hold onto. To have an unselfish example of honor, truth, compassion, tenderness...to point them in the direction of the ultimate in all these.
Humbling.
And so, as the lad and his older siblings rush off to find the "Black Friday" bargains--the gadgets and gizmos that make them squeal with zeal...for the moment--I find myself hoping that the one gift they always, always, always can depend on...is a father that loves them...consistently, surely, purely...no matter what. Forever.
Green Bean Casserole anyone?
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