Its that time of year when we take a few moments to pause and thank our fathers for all of the things, big and small, that they do for us throughout the year, and to take some time to lovingly recall all the ways that they have sacrificed in order to make our lives better. As this special day of thanks to Father’s draws nears, I want to pause and take a moment to thank not only my Father, but the millions of selfless Father’s who willingly put their dreams on the back burner in an effort to make their children’s dreams come.
Unfortunately we tend to pass by your hard labor and save our words of thanks for this one fleeting day. But though we all to often fail of giving you words of gratitude in due season, I want to take this moment to say, thank you for your love and watch care. And to let my own Father know how much I appreciate his patient love and care.
Far in the Distance is a poem that sprung from the many days of pain that I spent looking out my window dreaming of what it would be like to be healthy and free to wander the world. To have the energy required to travel down the numerous little side roads that begged me to pull over and explore them as I looked out my backseat window watching the world scurry about.
As I road past or looked out my window I would imagine what it would be like to live in that little home, to sit under the covering boughs of that particular tree with my textbook, or browse through the isles of that little shop tucked in the corner. From there my thoughts would take flight to other corners of earth that would always remain a mystery. I would imagine what fun it would be to hop on a train or plane and visit corners of the earth far and wide. To see new places, meet new people, and learn first hand about cultures that I have only seen on TV or read about in books.
It is from this longing for adventure that this simple poem sprung. I hope that you enjoy it.