Today is my father's memorial...

...this poem will be read at my father's memorial today. I wrote it in the early hours of this morning, remembering him in a gentle way.


Quietlight
-for dad-

There is a time of quiet light
At every morning’s start
That calls upon the silent man
To look upon his heart;
To measure out the sunlight
In increments of gold,
And in the hush of morning
Weave the beauty to his soul.

Without a blink, he watches
This beginning of the day…
As mountains glow in the mist
Showing him the way
To seek out trails of fragrant pine,
Of rock and sage and sky
Where deer and coyote wander free
And eagles take to flight.

A simple pleasure, all his own
This moment of the day
When all the valley belongs to him,
And troubles drift away.
At last he turns to walk the trail,
His heart filled up with gold…
And he disappears into the wilds,
To the beauty that guides his soul.

- Aimee Alison Stewart -
February 2nd, 2005