Is it a sign, a burden, the truth? Such a great task that has been placed upon us… The world watches and judges every move. Is he powerful, is he gentle… a leader… an aristocrat? Is this a burden one that we place upon our own shoulders or is it impaled upon us like the armor of a warrior? To lead… to guide… to instruct... Is it possible to live up to the expectations of this world?
A success… a failure… in whose eyes can we behold ourselves? To look out upon the open plain and proclaim… “ This territory is ours”. We fight the battles of strife and of wisdom… to teach the ways of our ancestors to our children. Strength is not only in numbers… but also in quality.
Who can judge us but ourselves? Are we fair with our judgments? The currents flow in and out of our minds… forcing us to accept or reject them. Are we strong to accept our failures? Are we weak to express our misgivings and frailness?
Look into the hands and skin and flesh of this man. Feel the pain and strife of the curse of leadership. The outward appearance is just that… outward. Peer into these weathered eyes. Feel the pain and the hidden tenderness. It comes forth like the scent of the rain. The eyes cannot hide the warmth and trust that lies at the feet of the soul. The love is there, the passion and desire is there.
Will this prejudice end? Should it end? Without the strength and leathered facade, who will follow? Who will remember with determination? The time will come for each man to judge himself and reflect upon his triumphs and misgivings. Time is the companion. We cross the roads of misunderstand and blindness. Time eases the weariness of our torment.
Our compass is true and the loving-kindness of this man shines toward the loved ones that respect and admire. This man… this loved one… this gift from God. I thank you for your thoughts and for your deeds.
I feel myself in your prints upon this earth. I feel your intentions… your cause… your directed way. My admiration will be acknowledged by your memory and you influence.
Let us not keep time as an enemy. Our time is flowing like grains of sand through a child’s fingers. The sands may disappear… but my love for you is forever cemented in the eternities. My gift… my mentor… my father…
Shannon R Killman
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