As Abram's Father, I feel an immense sense of loss for my little man. I could go on and on about how much I love him, how much I miss him, how much truth he brought to my life. But where would that take me? Nobody will really ever know. I found a beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran, my new favorite, that touches me almost as deeply as Abe did. It really sums up my feelings about my son. It reads...
Out of My Deeper Heart
Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skyward.
Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow.
At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, then as vast as a spring cloud, and then it filled the starry heavens.
Out of my deeper heart a bird flew skyward. And it waxed larger as it flew. Yet it left not my heart.
O my faith, my untamed knowledge, how shall I fly to your height and see with you man's larger self pencilled upon the sky?
How shall I turn this sea within me into mist, and move with you in space immeasurable?
How can a prisoner within the temple behold it's golden domes?
How shall the heart of the fruit be stretched to envelop the fruit also?
O my faith, I am in chains behind these bars of silver and ebony, and I cannot fly with you.
Yet out of my deeper heart you rise skyward, and it is my heart that holds you, and I shall be content.
Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skyward.
Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow.
At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, then as vast as a spring cloud, and then it filled the starry heavens.
Out of my deeper heart a bird flew skyward. And it waxed larger as it flew. Yet it left not my heart.
O my faith, my untamed knowledge, how shall I fly to your height and see with you man's larger self pencilled upon the sky?
How shall I turn this sea within me into mist, and move with you in space immeasurable?
How can a prisoner within the temple behold it's golden domes?
How shall the heart of the fruit be stretched to envelop the fruit also?
O my faith, I am in chains behind these bars of silver and ebony, and I cannot fly with you.
Yet out of my deeper heart you rise skyward, and it is my heart that holds you, and I shall be content.
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That is so beautiful Josh!
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