“We enter the world as a mixture of water, protein, and carbon. Awakened by the Spirit we become flesh.
To grow, learn, and serve.
To grow, learn, and serve.
This is Truth, Life and Love.”
robert r. lackney, chaplain
MEDIATATION: THE PICTURE OF MY DAD
There remain a few black and white photos of my father, Andrew,
… not much in the way of “art work” or
… posed photos- “head-on” shots
from an ancient camera.
… always standing next to another person.
… a stranger at his side.
There is the Bowling Team photo
… the names of his drinking buddies scratched on the back
… every Wednesday at Haggerty Bowling Alley at Central and Detroit.
His 1940’s grin, black hair parted down the center-.
… the little “white” line from his “widows-peak”, and
… the pencil mustache. He was a “ladies man”
that is for sure.
… not much in the way of “art work” or
… posed photos- “head-on” shots
from an ancient camera.
… always standing next to another person.
… a stranger at his side.
There is the Bowling Team photo
… the names of his drinking buddies scratched on the back
… every Wednesday at Haggerty Bowling Alley at Central and Detroit.
His 1940’s grin, black hair parted down the center-.
… the little “white” line from his “widows-peak”, and
… the pencil mustache. He was a “ladies man”
that is for sure.
With the nicknames:
… “Blacky” and “High pockets”
how could he not be?
… A "sizzler" on the alleyways and
… a sharp shooter at billiards his favorite games.
There are other photos, of course, and my favorite is
… the studio- head shot
soft contours of a young man- handsome was my dad.
Not a lot of pictures to look at for the
… 85 odd years he walked and told his jokes.
… “Blacky” and “High pockets”
how could he not be?
… A "sizzler" on the alleyways and
… a sharp shooter at billiards his favorite games.
There are other photos, of course, and my favorite is
… the studio- head shot
soft contours of a young man- handsome was my dad.
Not a lot of pictures to look at for the
… 85 odd years he walked and told his jokes.
Nevertheless I can still hear his voice and see his smile
… feel his presence, as he would walk into a room
Filling everything in it with a bright light
… Filling The walls, tables and chairs, carpet- everything
Including me.
… feel his presence, as he would walk into a room
Filling everything in it with a bright light
… Filling The walls, tables and chairs, carpet- everything
Including me.
Only Good Things
deacon robert lackney
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