Then Margarita gave her father mind,
for she was very happy being home.
Hence three years placed in a covent confined
where she's had little use of brush and comb.
Removed from places she loved most to roam,
the fields and plains of fine San Luis Ore.
For loving Yankee, sealed in great round dome,
but home with father, spirit high did soar.
Was she wrong thinking happy home thoughts, priest,
when she should be now praying while on knees?
But really she now didn't care the least
for she had little mind the priest to please.
Took she all pleasure fine that mind could seize,
a gold cross o'er the alter gained her eyes.
The somber monotones of priest did ease,
and lady greatly marveled golden prize.
Benedicat vos onmipotens Deus, Pater,
et Filius, et Sprititus Sanctus. Amen.
Dominus vobiscum. Et cum Sprititu tuo.
Initium sancti Evangelii secundum Ioannem.
Gloria tibi, Domine.
A father sees his son, and feels
New heart of fire and eyes of steel.
Blossoming boy looks to the man,
Begins to take life in his hands.
Once soft young lad, quest now begin,
Away from hearth and to the Sun.
Blistering Sun hardens pale skin,
Taut sinews of the man begun.
To guide, to lead, to elevate,
The man helps form the young boy’s fate.
To survive, thrive, and to provide,
And build a home with warmth inside.
Emerging man he must help mold,
Yet delicate a soul he holds.
All is not fire and tempering;
The young man’s heart should learn to sing.
There must be some of eagle and dove
To pass along fatherly love.
A father who can reach inside
Can embrace this with love and pride.
3/12/16