I once was a painter.
For, I painted a lighthouse.
Oh, it was so beautiful.

It sat upon a hill.
Looking down upon an ocean.
As one would be looking up the hillside,
It was painted with pink flowers, gray and black
rocks and a fence separated it from the ocean.

For, I put a lot of love in my picture.
I considered it my masterpiece.

When it was finished,
Oh, how the lighthouse glowed.

For, it was then I made a decision.
I gave it to My Father.
I was so proud.

For, the years passed.
I often wondered if My Father ever looked at it again.

One day, I decided to ask him.
The answer he gave,
Tore my heart out.

My Father Said,
It was around somewhere.

I was so hurt by the answer.
From that day forward,
I never asked again.

Oh, how I often relived the time and love that
I poured into that picture.

For, My Father.

Then one day,
I realized that my only true Father,
Was and still is looking at and admiring my picture today.

For, I really and truly only have one Father.
He always carries me through all of life’s struggles.
The love he gives me is unconditional.

For, the only true Father I have ever had is watching me from above.

Thank You Father.
 Angela Hammons
Friday, May 09, 2003
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