An Enemy's Failed Attempt To Erase The Father's Embrace

Innocent, resplendent and unaware,

praying petals, zealous and glisteningly bare.

Vulnerably awaiting the taste of soft wispy words,

struck by the incessant chatter of pesky songbirds.

Wishing current wisdom was gifted long, long ago,

grandma's old sayings reverberate, and at last bestow.

Lift my eyes to see your glory and awestriking mystery,

attention distracted from sea-level blistery-misery.

Eye-locked on your rainbow of promises and avows,

running with abandon, from fleshly desires to carouse.

The burden of beauty takes a sad, frustrating toll,

empathizing and surrounded with warm wings to console.

My father understands, or comprehends my convoluted equation best,

and in his incomparable embrace I prefer to retrieve my rest.