When was the last time you just looked at him?
while the world and all its noise raged on
but the volume was slowly turned to zero and you just
looked at him
when you didn't say a word because one look gave the confidence that you've never
had to defend yourself
because he has always been for you
and one look rid you of the impulse
to hide your face because
you caught a glimpse of those hands
that bled mercy that one time
and suddenly,
you weren't too little or too much
you were exactly where you should be
where you needed to be.
Maybe for some time
you have been swirling
in winds of uncertainty
because your branch broke off
when he died, when she left you, when you lost them
but now
all you need is to look
and you will feel yourself being replanted
because his roots run deeper than the distance you ran
and this carpet is no longer just carpet
this altar, your altar
where his eyes both humble and honor you
and his word fights for and with you
because he has been waiting for you to remember
that he has always been first your father
and home has always been with him.