Poetry: Stolen Fathers

 {For all those needing a Daddy}

Stolen Fathers

Where did the daddies go?

We need them.

Some are gone forever, taken into the next life.

Others are living, walking and breathing, but are hard to find - though never out of mind.

Others we see every day, in and out - but their hearts are a million miles away.

Others become the source of our darkest moments... the source of our fears.

Fathers are missing.

We need their presence, their words, and their spirits, to guide us to the right path.

We need them to reflect the love of our Almighty Father

We need to see them treating our mothers with love and respect

So that we can choose future mothers and fathers of our own

We need them to tell us we're OK

Tell us we are more than OK, that we're special

We need their guidance to tell us when we're wrong - as we so often are

We need their punishment to understand the consequences of our actions

We need their discipline that comes from love

We need their never-ending acceptance

We need to see courage

We need to see integrity

We need to see strength

We need to see fairness, honesty and faith

How can they teach us all of these things when they are gone?

If we look hard, we will find some of them... in bars, in front of the TV, on golf courses, in strip clubs, or even with other families.

Without daddies:

We are lonely

We hate ourselves

We don’t trust men

We disrespect women

We disrespect ourselves

We hurt others to feel power

We hurt ourselves because we're powerless

We're empty and try to fill our lives with destructive substances and people

We're easily influenced by persuasive forces, drifting in the direction of prevailing winds of the day

We are afraid.

Whoever stole our daddies, we need them more than ever now. 

Will you please give them back?

If you won't, then let us have Our Father, the One who created all daddies.

Let Him teach us all the things our daddies couldn’t, or wouldn't.

Start with His Instruction Manual...

The Bible

[Psalm 68:5]