OUR FATHER
The language of the body is the key that can unlock the soul.
Feet wide apart, hands on hips, chin held high
Speak strength, confidence.
One man aboard a lake faring vessel, he has weathered a storm.
Ice clings to the bare frozen metal in sheets and sharp sickles.
The water is calm now.
This man will become our father.
Aboard the vessel of our childhood, he is captain.
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