A LONGING

Remember the delight of children?

I recall being away

Then returning after a week,

Just nothing left to say.

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Exuberance may convey the feeling,

Shear joy of father’s return.

Squeals of delight same contingency

But why?  The what discern.

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Well, being gone now, he’s back to explain,

Is not necessary!

Father’s return means showers of love!

Gifts?  Mere contingency!

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Not required, His love is enough!

Been gone!  Now he is back!

So simple!  So what is the explanation?

Joy shared, of which no lack!

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Comparing natural to Father above,

The Father of us all.

Do we delight in His returning?

Or is death the instant call?

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It was not too clear in distant past, but now,

Sure, now at expectant age,

It is almost as though I just cannot wait.

Cannot wait to turn the page!

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But wait I must!  Still work to be done!

Thoughts are still, like, containing,

To be expressed, thoughts of Heaven still

Longing, preparing, engaging!

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Sambo 07.26.11

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