Today I was going to write about my dad and then I stumbled on this poem. It was written about a priest in the congregation where I was a secretary. I think it fits very well for Father's Day because my dad had his own way of trying to impart wisdom because we didn't ever know how much time we had with him here. My dad was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease when I was nine years old and he fought it for 25 years. I still remember all those little times of wisdom shared.
This is to Canon Charles Karsten
He walks around
in various gowns
Imparting to one and all
his wisdom of the ages
He reaches out
his time of doubt
To span the years
three times so dear
One on one
here and there
Wanting to share
this wisdom of the ages
Learning still and sharing
putting to rest old news
Giving these away
to make someone's day
He used to proclaim
the word of God
Cheerful with
treasures in store
Now he proclaims
the body of Christ
To all who come
and receive
He dares to share
to show his care
To those still patient to hear
his wisdom of the ages
This is to Canon Charles Karsten
He walks around
in various gowns
Imparting to one and all
his wisdom of the ages
He reaches out
his time of doubt
To span the years
three times so dear
One on one
here and there
Wanting to share
this wisdom of the ages
Learning still and sharing
putting to rest old news
Giving these away
to make someone's day
He used to proclaim
the word of God
Cheerful with
treasures in store
Now he proclaims
the body of Christ
To all who come
and receive
He dares to share
to show his care
To those still patient to hear
his wisdom of the ages
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