The Interruptor

My dad in me, his in him, his in him, and on and on, it fades.  I know only my dad, his dad died several years before my birth.  My dad never spoke of him.  He was a dreadful father.  Now, as I am aging, I find myself wondering about him, him in mine and now in me.  What of him is part of me?  I believe in great interruptions, God breaking into our ancestry like an iron wedge in old oak.  This is how He broke into my father, separating him from his, becoming his new Father, a Wonderful One.  He then was sown into me and into mine, a glorious interruption, by The Interruptor.  

My dad with his dad.

   

Nano Glories

Glory days often fill my memories, those days of youth when all things worked and all was sunshine, incredible feats, and faithful friends.  However those days pass faster than I can write this sentence and now are filled with the days of glory of my coming of age, my God, my lover, my family, and my aging toward the goal.  Past glories are beginning to fade from recall as those present are like stakes of gold holding me sincerely to the present.  The past is not and the future is not; the glory is the twinkling of the present, this infinitesimally glorious sliver of now.  Glory twinklings.