(Grandeur in amending mighty remains.)

A Final Mission

A majestic oak.
Towering.
Unbending.
Regal-in-place.
All encompassing.
A life tree of principle and protection,
viable in familial space.
Today brought down hard;
a blinding and ferocious flash.
God’s act, in a split-second searing
skyward hiss from heaven.

Once airy, ethereal,
abruptly shattered,
now scattered in its reach.
Splintered, charred.
Its finality a reality,
but still grand in its demise.

A father and his son.
Their tenth and seventh decades,
respectively.
Charged they, with uplifting,
removing the great tree
and perceived indignity, from the ground.

Grandeur in amending mighty remains.

Cognizant, as both aware,
this a divine grant.
An offering …
to one last mission.
Each, quick-glancing the other,
separately,
smiling.
But … a sober affair.

Today a befitting forewarning
of the unexpected, and
the expected to soon come.
Beyond the final mission.
A father and his son.
Acclaiming what’s fallen,
to the earth,
for the ages.

Both giving thanks,
separately,
nodding.
Skyward.