Father’s Haiku

More than you could know,

Give my all to show you, though,

How I love you so.

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Lasting Good

What we feel will change in time,

Yet this takes place of the Sublime.

Each consolation passing by,

We follow, seeking our next high.

‘Tis no wonder, then, that we

Can hardly grasp fidelity.

Whether God or Love or Passion,

All in some degree or fashion,

Matter based on what we feel.

When we’re not high, it isn’t real.

Perhaps what we must do instead

is face the truth we’ve come to dread.

No hit is lasting; highs are cheap;

No lasting treasure will we reap

Should we keep up our fevered pace

All passing pleasure to replace.

God is not when thing go “right,”

Or when we fall for tune and light.

Love is not emotion sweet,

Abandoned when our stores deplete.

Passion is not mere elation,

A fleeting, short infatuation.

Unless these things survive our mood,

I fear we’ll have no lasting good.

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