Weeds is about fathers who abandon their sons and daughters.

Weeds

To all the missing fathers
who have left their sons and daughters,
see the shadows of their beauty
reflecting on still waters.
From seed, they turn to dust,
fruit fallen from God’s vine;
you crushed young hopes and dreams
spilling sacred breads and wine.
You could build a bridge back to life,
yet still you close your gates;
the sun sets on holy waters
in the darkness, the reaper waits…
Time will not show you mercy,
when you become the lost;
you shunned the youth of summer,
now feel the winter’s frost!
Spring will bring new flowers,
rewards for your life’s deeds;
placed above your graves
like you, they turn to weeds.

Rev. Dr. Kevin T. Coughlin Ph.D.
©2017