My Dad

An old man walking
With two dogs worshipping him
Out to the mailbox

Evening sun on gray head
God’s love through him emanates.

He daily labors
His cheerful obligation
Love’s futility

His perfect humility
Showing me the best in man.

How do I comfort
The one who has always been
The source of my strength?

Water running back uphill
A love sent back to its source.