There’s nothing impossible for God,
the one we call Mother and Father,
and various other names as well.
The will of the One moves this body.
Into it breathes, strength and life,
beats as pulse and moves as blood,
enlivens as intellect and overwhelms
as gratitude, as wonder and as joy.
On this day, my father stepped out
of a room grown stale, far too used,
to savour fresh air and a difference
in the embrace of another space.
My mother looks upon him in wonder,
and I, as his son, am indeed pleased.
That which ails him is on a break.
We gather by his side to celebrate!