Our father, may he rest in peace,
Is now kept in heaven’s release.
Though the bereft do grieve,
We celebrate the legacy he reinvented.
That’s why those whom he left believe
That he is blessed and relieved…
He was the best he could be with his deeds intended.
But no man lives life free from devout repentance.
No man who strives to leave sin doesn’t have bouts with remission.
With doubts arisen, he must rise higher above peaks and valleys.
With a bruised and sore ego,
He still must cruise and soar like an eagle…
Against all odds, he evens and smooths scores to pique those who peep his rallies.
And aren’t WE his designated people, sis?
As you and I rise – separated but equal’ish –
His humanized drive’s been predestinated as a legal gift bequeathed to us.
So as our human eyes dry
From the humid tides we’ve cried…
Let’s lock our human eyes’ guise on the regalness he believed in us!
Just as God our Father breathed in us,
What we’ve coopted from our father is a seed in us.
With esteem and trust, they leave in us a fresh and mighty win(d)!
A mighty wind to change the tide!
A mighty win to break chains and ties!…
What lies within is mightiest when we aim and apply it to the times we’re in.
When we do so, the blight of sin
Can no longer bind us in.
Can you bind the wind? – THIS is the freedom our Fathers gave us!
So when we do sow, their dues blow roundabout us
As the dew flows down mountains to surround us…
Abounding t’wards and all around us thanks to our Fathers’ favored cup.
Amos 9:13
So, to my sister, Miss Dee –
Though you’ll miss him immensely,
It’s okay to get misty – you’ll find the faith to wipe away the hurt.
You’ll find a way to release his least misdeeds
As you ‘Kee’ in on his supreme tendencies…
May these pieces be with thee – as His peace sweeps idle sways that lurk.
As for me, a piece of our father who art in heaven has merged
With me: our father whose art is left in earth.
Indeed, I honor our mom and brethren with the best of his worth and image.
Not that I’m perfect – that’s an unobjected given.
I’m just as imperfect as his tested limit…
But what he’s bested within it exists as my testament replenished.
That is, until the rest of it is finished
In his second wind extended.
As his next-of-kin edition, our children will carry on the same.
Though they’ll marry on a name amended,
London and Maiyah are mainstays and kindred…
While Josiah ensures his namesake’s mentioned as God intended:
with fairly fond acclaim.
