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Silver Knight



  Little boys and little girls around the world can be heard calling for, "Daddy, father, dad!" I must of uttered dad a hundred times a day. “Dad, can you help me with a math problem?", “Dad, can you fix this and fix that?", “Dad! There's a spider in my room!" Dads' are the heads of the household. They are spiritual leaders and advice givers. They are comforters and protectors of clans throughout different villages.

My dad was the king of our Irish clan. He was a good ole' southern gentleman, so he always slipped a "hun” in his statements. He was a wonderful Christian man, always giving glory to God. He was a sound and stable oak, never bent or shaken. Fear? He did not know fear. The only fear that was fashioned in his heart, was the fear of God. My dad stood his manly ground each day, battling earthly forces. 

My dad was always a detail and knowledge encyclopedia. Many times he would give me advice on how to save money (I was a “fashionista”, which was vital knowledge). He would say, "Now hun, you need to save some money for rainy days. It's easy to use that card and debit, debit, debit." I rebutted with, "I know, I know.” with a grin on my face.  Dad wanted all his children to prosper and not be vagabonds. His most important teachings were about God. I will have those loving favors of Jesus in my heart forever. My dad wanted all his cherished children to be heaven bound.

Dad, it's been five years since you left this earth for your eternal home. I miss you every sunny and rainy day. I will love you forever, brave-heart. I dedicate this poem to your bravery and courage.

Silver Knight

You clash with titans of this world
Dragons from atop the mount
Breathe fire upon your face

You, the Silver Knight, 
trot on, with a steady pace

Your armor shines with,
truth and faith
Your sword repels evil
Courage is your cape

Your horse tramples upon,
wickedness
A cross engraves your,
breastplate

You stand amongst the sun
and fight amongst the stars
breaking through fear
and it's bars

You make allies with love
And compassion
Looking to the one who
Sits on the throne above

  

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