i look at a photograph taken years ago

my Father sits in my backyard holding a cat we loved

i suppose he was in his seventies with only a few years left to live, what i would give to be there again listening to what he says

there are no random acts of anything……………..it’s all in Gods’ plan and though he had his rough spots, my Father was a good man

he wrestled with the demons just like i do and sometimes the demons won and sometimes they were excused

but the choice we all must make as Fathers, Mothers, daughters and sons…………….where are we going to put our focus on the good or what is wrong

not pretending to overlook glaring defects that are causing dissent and pain but building up the positive pushes the negative away

as we continue to look for the good we wish to find, it seems those things we felt were bad are left far behind

so Father you can reach me now, i know you aren’t that far away, i know you thought you would never hear it but i would love to hear what you have to say

you can reach me now