Mr. H.
Diamond Member
...than to the Father of Christ.
I knew my father until I was 12 years old. That's when I was told that he left this earth to be with the Father of Christ.
My dad had a scratchy beard and he smelled of crude oil and whiskey.
I was taught about Christ and His Father during my eight years of Parochial schooling, Yet, I never felt the face of Christ or smelled the whiskey on his Father. I yearned for the tactile and olfactory sensations of reality.
When my dad was gone, I was told to have Faith in Christ and His Father.
But there was no scratchy face to caress, and I couldn't even imagine what Christ or His Father smelled like.
And that left me so alone.
48 years later, I'm still alone.
I knew my father until I was 12 years old. That's when I was told that he left this earth to be with the Father of Christ.
My dad had a scratchy beard and he smelled of crude oil and whiskey.
I was taught about Christ and His Father during my eight years of Parochial schooling, Yet, I never felt the face of Christ or smelled the whiskey on his Father. I yearned for the tactile and olfactory sensations of reality.
When my dad was gone, I was told to have Faith in Christ and His Father.
But there was no scratchy face to caress, and I couldn't even imagine what Christ or His Father smelled like.
And that left me so alone.
48 years later, I'm still alone.