In the serene dusk of being, where the world often presents its harsh realities, there lies a tender prayer to the great architect of the Universe, the guardian of life’s mysteries. “Father,” whispers the soul, yearning for guidance through life’s labyrinth, “may my eyes, those windows to the vibrant hues of dreams and wonders, never be shrouded by the bitter frost that life can sometimes breathe upon us.”

For in the poetry of life, we find solace, a rhythm that beats in harmony with our heart’s deepest desires. It is the poetry that paints our experiences in shades of hope, even when the canvas seems bleak. It is poetry that sings to us the lullabies of resilience, even amidst the cacophony of despair.

So, Father, as I tread upon this journey, with its inevitable ebbs and flows, let not the poetry fade from my sight. Let it remain, a steadfast beacon, illuminating the path with its lyrical glow. For as long as the poetry thrives within my gaze, the bitterness of life shall not claim victory over the beauty that breathes within every moment granted to us under the sun’s watchful eye.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer

Oil Painting: Father of Poetry