on Pelicans and Papas

i Love to watch

the Waves as they

roar and play

splash and spray

the Gulls as they

soar and survey

their next prey

the Winds as they

cause the kites

to Magically sway

and i think

of my Dad

who Loved all

of these sights

plus the Pelicans

gliding in their flights

like Eagles pretending

until drastically descending 

into the Ocean

led by instinctive

senses to seek

buried treasure providing

nourishment and pleasure

only to arise again

out of the depths

like a Phoenix

(or a Jesus)

rising from death

with a Majesty

more elegantly distinctive

than their beaks

announcing to All

they are alive again

only to ascend

into the Blue

as they tragically

fly away again

and i miss

my Dad's Wonder

at Mysteries He heard

and his Courage

within the thunder

of histories He Endured

and his Laughter

at the blunders

of comic geniuses absurd

and his Openness

to the Presence

of Love beyond words

that he conveyed

in later years

with gentle kisses

upon my lips

and how can i

Be anything less

than Eternally Grateful

for how that Love

keeps Us alive

helps Us survive

even as i grieve

when the Pelicans

kiss the Waves

on their lips

before they fatefully

and Gracefully leave?

#210wordpoemprayers #ThoughtfulThursdays
#RestInPowerAndPeaceAndPlayDearDad #ILoveYouAndMissYou

(*A lone Pelican gracing the Waves off of Heisler Park in Laguna Beach, CA on Ash Wednesday, 18 February 2026, the day after my Dad made his Amazing Ascension into the Cosmos and the Eternal Embrace of the Love of the Christ)