Poems and Ponderings

My Daddy is the wisest and godliest man I know. He inspires me through his daily dying to self and inexhaustible love for us. He and Mama are both wonderful communicators, so some of the best moments of my life are spent in deep and earnest conversations with him. Growing up under my earthly father's tutelage I have learned of my heavenly Father's righteousness and mercy. Daddy has taught me theology, politics, art, science, nature and, most importantly, soul matters. We catch snatches of good talks just about everywhere: in the car, on the way to the store, cleaning his office, on special Daddy/Daughter dates, round the kitchen table and before bed. Anywhere and anytime.
This Christmas I wrote a poem explaining the joy these heart to heart talks have brought to my life.
I based the poem on a picture I bought a few weeks earlier

The Herring Net by Winslow Homer


Telling Daddy

He guides the oars of wisdom
through waters of my soul.
He, in the stern
I, eager in the hold.

We fish.
Each wish,
each dream,
each scene,
leaps from the deep,
I cannot keep
them in.
I talk to him.

I set them out,
we sift them through,
just us two.
He explaining life in Christ,
of laying down my
self and rights.
Suddenly, the waves and wind
look small.
Duty is not hard at all.
Little things I know to do
turn golden in my eye

I leave a different person
than I came.
Wiser from his wisdom,
advancing the Kingdom,
trawling an inheritance
of the happiest kind.

~Madeleine~
12/24/2010