Where is he?

He's drifting...I've drifted...

Anything solid near?

The abject silence we share now are like the stones of a decaying bridge...

That once fused our souls, we both held so dear...

Sadly, I have even let go of the fear...

Yet when I look for him through the eyes of God and not mine...

I still see him on that rock, age 5...

I wonder, he is still alive?

Will he ever strive?

For him to ever see, that other person over there...

That will need to see His truth and become aware...

That it is so often not about him or I, or what we ever were or will be...

Maybe he can be happy, like he once made me...

A long time ago his little head popped out of the leaves...

He said, "Dad, why are you crying?"

Because you are my son, and tears flow unhindered when lives are weaved.

Now I wait for him, look for him and pray for him...and grieve...

And wonder if I'll know him...or did he already leave?