"On Seton’s Thirty Fourth Birthday"

“On Seton’s Thirty Fourth Birthday”

Well-traveled you are, my son.
Not always obstacle free, your journey.
Over-sharp edged stones and stinging
thorns painful and restless you hid in
darkness and despair.
But now you travel to a place of budding
flowers and cleansing waters.
I will always see you where you stood,
where generations stood before you.
You tasted family history, a much stronger
brew than the one you held in your
hand that day.
Even as your father, I knew my place
was silence to respect your wandering.
It is sweet-scented spring, the moment
of your birth.
It is a time of renewal. Your journey is complete.
You have come home, my beloved son.


Love,
Dad

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