Only passage of great time
allows me to recall
The moments that we shared
When once I was your Son.
The passing of your life
to grave forevermore
Erased my will to hear
Your voice and word in me.

I could not bare to see
your face at edge of death
Nor hear your last laments
For time to bear our souls.
And I was overcome
with tremendous disbelief
That one so strong as you
Could pass in human ways
And leave this world you knew
For me to rediscover.

As Bluebird of your grave
in stone etched time to pass
I perched without a song
Ignoring phrase in me.
Your words I memorized
Did not sufficed to heal
The wounds so deep in me
That penetrated will.

Had I but only known
I'd see your face no more
Nor hear your voice out loud
Nor feel your hand in mine
I'd will to be your friend
And surely clearly say
That I am proud to be
One Son of yours on Earth.

—Though difficult to bear
The Passing of My Father
The truth must be admitted
At least part passed to me.
And forever will I feel
Our losses and our sorrow
For seldom saying "love you"
Nor hearing same returned.—

Am I your Bluebird still?
For I can never know
If deeds my days allow
Would meet with your approval.
But one truth I have found
that impregnates my soul:
Your spirit lives in me
And is part of my whole.
It drives me to discover
the storage in my heart
And vents my pain in ways
My lack of wisdom obscuring.

But I'll not stay a Bluebird
Nor perch on grave in silence
For the words you left in me
Would surely burst my heart.
Speak loudly Father mine
And I will clearly listen
For neither grave nor time
Removes your blood from mine.