Years ago, beyond my memory, my father stood with his arms outstretched. With his words of encouragement, I reached for him, and, with exhilaration in eyes and breath, I took my first steps — from infancy to childhood. Years ago, faded in my memory, my father stood with his arms outstretched. With his words of encouragement, I looked to him, and, with exhilaration in eyes and breath, I caught my first fish by myself — from childhood to adolescence. Years ago, recent in my memory, my father stood with his arms outstretched. With his words of encouragement, I embraced him, and, with exhilaration in eyes and breath, I departed on my own journey — from adolescence to adulthood. Years ago, still fresh in my memory, my father stood with his arms outstretched. With his words of encouragement, I imitated him, and, with exhilaration in eyes and breath, I trusted and submitted to the One-Who-Is — from adulthood to sonship. Love… love… love, never counting the cost. Present now, no need for my me