Madrigals of Reverence

By Angela John

Father, the liaison you composed reflects eternity,

illustrating the true strength of Providence.

Holding the treasure of fatherhood in continuum,

you mirrored propensity for love as bequest!

Father, you have procured an immortal reverence,

sealing your presence in me; affirming transcendence.

The date under the painting validates your transcendence,

from the perishable cosmos towards eternity.

Father, yet I surmise you still alive in reverence.

You directed me to have faith in Providence;

he made you omnipresent in me—a bequest,

and you breathe afresh within me in continuum.

Father, you taught me to fight against fate in continuum,

heralding all malignance will cease before pure transcendence.

Expressions you flaunt in my impressions are a bequest;

they bestow a heroic spirit to pen history into eternity.

Father, everything I address is your roar from Providence,

comforting my soul after overseeing my boundless reverence.

Until my poetic journey liquefies into heavenly reverence,

while emanating the past, I'll follow you in continuum.

Father, in your silence I hear gentle whispers of Providence,

lifting me skywards into a melodious transcendence.

Madrigals you recited, spoke of generosity beyond eternity,

and those stories will I present to the world as a bequest.

Father, all I am and all I love exists within your continuum.

These words are my humble offering to you across eternity,

and all I aspire will remain sacred in your reverence.

By Angela John