The Call
The boy walked along the ocean shore...trying not to
stray.
He looked up to his father saying, "Dad, I want to
play."
His father looked upon him with love showing in his
eyes.
"Do what you want, my son...but do not leave my
side."
"I would never leave you, daddy, I love you way too
much."
But the boy took a step away, out of his father's
touch.
He walked through the surf, the waves tickling one
toe.
"If I take one more step in.." he thought, "Father
will
never know."
His father called out to him, "Son, to me remain
true."
The boy thought with glee..."At the moment, I don't
need
you."
His father felt a sadness, but he knew to hold his
tongue.
Sometimes lessons need be learned...even when so
young.
The boy stepped a little further...water covering his
waist.
His father spoke with urgency...his father spoke with
haste.
"My Son, come back to me," he said, "The day is
almost
done."
"Not yet, dad," the boy yelled, "I'm having too much
fun!"
But the boy did not have his father's sight...and so
he
could not tell...
The tide was coming in too fast...there was little
time to
yell.
"Father!", now he tried to scream as waters rushed
overhead.
"I need you now daddy!" was what the boy had
said.
And in a single instant, his father was by his
side.
"I thought you left me, daddy...I thought you went to
hide."
The father looked upon his son...tears streaming down
his
cheek.
The boy looked upon his father, and sobbed, contrite
and
meek.
"I would never leave you son...for my love will never
change.
I was only waiting...for you to call upon my name."
~~~~~ Jordan Bangs
Painting by Danny Hahlbohm
Used with permission.
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