I'm told if your child listens to classical music he will know beauty as he grows and his mind will drift to heaven. This is what I want for you, my son. When you gaze into the sky one autumn evening and see the starlings climb above the horizon their collective stipple on the setting sun expanding and contracting like the bellows of an accordion, the music will stir your soul. When you walk beside the ocean and feel the ebb and flow of the swells, the waves pulsing to the shore you will feel the pull of the violin bow and your gait will slow to match the rhythm of the moon drunken tide. When in the years to come you sit with your son lap filled with the essence of who you are you will want him to know the face of God and you will play him a symphony too.
Rae Carpenter
Very nice. As I look back on things we did and reflect on raising our children, I do have regrets that go deep. We continue to pray and trust that “he who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it”. That is our prayer for we walk by faith and not by sight.
Wow! Rae, this is a very good poem! I had no idea you wrote poetry, too. I took a poetry course in college (I was a philosophy major), and it really changed my life. Poetry is truly a doorway to the world of beauty. This poem is very beautiful. I love the violin and ocean wave line!
Sorry I’m not on Twitter anymore to read your hearty quips and commentary on the end of the world. It was just too vile for me. But I look forward to following you here!
Robert Robbins
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