Daddy came last night

reserved
into the Hall filled with the homeless, the westsiders, the family

Danny pointed out last night that the apple does not fall far from the tree
Daddy and I may be more a like than I thought and Danny said
He'd break down my Dad's walls, just like Danny broke down mine

I just hope it doesn't take two years, like it did for me.

but, he came
like I prayed, like Marcy prayed over eggs yesterday morning,
like a few people prayed who read my blog

he came and chatted with Phil and Alison
called Joe Black Bill because he couldn't remember his name from last time
though I remember my Dad crying for him

he laughed with Steve-o and shook his hand as Steve asked him where I got my good looks from
my Dad turned red in the face

he listened to Danny talk about God's love and made that noise with his mouth like he does when he is tense

Danny dragged him over (ok, my Dad was eager) to meet Jill and Danny looked my Dad right in the eye and threw his arm around the back of him when he came in

he was smiling when he left last night
and i hope he'll be back

because even tho my Dad stands a little bit behind the crowd often and watches from the distance
I think he wants to be thrown in the mix, in the leaves, in the laughter

because in there is a heart the cries for the broken, that hikes and camps and loves the mountains and new england and the soil of the earth with seeds
in there is a heart that yearns to believe and walk in God's love that over flows for Him
in there is a heart that wants to teach and interact with others freely

i pray for this.

and [we'll get im] (like Danny always says)