Not My Father-a poem

This is a poem I write for myself.
If it applies to you, or touches you in some way-bless you.
What should a father be?
Words like loving, funny, clown, closest friend, provider,
Protector, available, confidante, a discipliner, tall, official,
Strict, slack, concerned, friendly and likeable-
All of these words describe fathers.
But not my father.

No, my father is the counter opposite of all those.
For the last couple of years he has lived counter
To everything a father should be.
He has lived for the moment, the possessions,
The alternate, the secular world style.
He has forsaken God, his family, his wife and children-
All for the sake of pleasure!
This man is not my father.

But there is another father in my life.
This father is ethereal, and tangible at the same time.
I can talk to Him when I wish,
I can also ignore Him.
He hurts when I hurt.
He weeps when I weep.
He wraps his huge arms around me every day.
He is closer than a brother.
More loving than a shepherd.
He died for my sins, and lives for eternity.
And will He forsake me?
Not My Father.