Fallen Angel Mr D's blog: "Dreamer"

An Evening Alone

 I look down and see bright eyes and inquisitive faces and expectant smiles ….hands tugging at My shirt….”Dad, can We go fishing today?” The vision fades taking with it My joys and sorrows of a fatherhood remembered……….joys and sorrows lingering………victories and failures blending as one into a love of those dependant……….memories ….and a realization of those now independent…..the “wish I could do overs” unavailable…… The sound of the battlefield roaring heavy in My ears, behind Me a battalion of Me, energetic and vigilant ready to die for the cause of protection, honesty, passion ,love and honor……in front of Me , the enemy….My self………polluted, scarred, the energy of hate running hot and deep within its veins…….alone….disillusioned by an unfulfilled search for that one that was certain to be here ….this time. I look right and then left seeking the hand that pierces this veil to pull Me from this tormented dream