Personal Gospel.....To Brandon, My Son,

Poem By John Tansey

To Brandon, my son,
I now know to whom belongs this tale
of the baby in the barn.
I now take to heart
this parable of the bible as my own.
That to me it belongs
and to everyone
who has been or bore a child
into the open palms of humility.

I have been the son
and now the father,
this compassion I feel
must be the other
pain, that strikes with a capacity for sorrow
in whether or not the world
will be kind to my child tomorrow.

I wonder, who knows this tale is told again
of the child in the manger,
whose sweet smile and saving grace
will not absolve this world
of its anger.

Comments about Personal Gospel.....To Brandon, My Son,

That to me it belongs and to everyone who has been or bore a child into the open palms of humility. humility, sorrow, responsibility. how i am a father and you the son. how i convey the noble truths to you. wonderful poem. tony


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