On Father’s Day 2019 I am re-posting this tribute to my father. May these words be a blessing to all who read
As the sun rises on this beautiful Father’s Day, I reflect with fondness on my father, Lonnie Johnson, who passed away in 1996. As I have grown older and hopefully wiser, I have come to recognize my father’s undeniable influence. In my reverie, I thought of these lyrics: “The song is ended, but the melody lingers on.” At my father’s funeral I shared memories of my father and paid tribute to him with a poem that speaks of his enduring influence:
plainsong
for Lonnie Johnson
1922-1996
Your plainsong I know by heart,
a hymn stanza learned with ease,
lined out like the flow of chanted words,
syllables fused into a single sound:
“I-love-the-Lord-He-heard-my-cry”
raised and repeated over countless Sunday mornings.
Your plainsong I continue to sing, expressed not in words
but in faithful deeds borne of a heart to serve.
Your rock-solid presence like a mantle clock keeping time
View original post 324 more words
Leave a Reply