Malcolm Sealy (Australia)
Rebelled against you Father
touched as a youth, not by you my Lord.
Disgust as realisation hit,
inside hid, the shadow his hidie hole,
his high ground..
without thee, forgiven! ! without thee, internalised! ! !
Discernment thrust upon that Innocent youth
watched and watched; subdued, broken; all those years! !
pain in all he felt, compassion well stoked;
To that Orchid the youth dived...his guide and teach,
grew and fostered love with those beings...
intimate times, secrets they could not hide,
together, throughout the seasons
before Anastasia, before consciousness..
hand in hand they walked, words unspoken..silent!
wonderful, loud and welcomed, whispered silences..
The family had to move, leave the State? ?
Mans laws said, disease. Could spread if left all alone! ! !
In one day, ONE day? ? that youth and his Dad,
pulled screaming those Innocent, proud, unwavering spirits..
dragged, ripped to pieces by cold steel..
Selflessly you had provided for them and given so so much more!
standing side by side, father and son.....together, ever.
So proud the father.. 'worked bloody hard that boy' all were told...
the youths hands raw.....the flesh sacrificed to his friends...
more! ! wanted to give;
Where were you my Lord?
A week his friends were piled ingloriously,
plain to see, limbs strewn crazy like....
Finally, with great ceremony, kids whooping,
adults meditating into that rage...
Laid to rest! ! you were,
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