🕊️ To Wally, from your Daughter of Fire

 

🕊️ To Wally, from your Daughter of Fire

You were right.
You didn’t always speak it in essays or sermons,
but you lived it in your way —
quiet truths, fierce loyalty, and that stubborn spark that said:

“The world may be loud, but it ain’t right.”

You gave me permission to question,
to doubt the machine,
to hold onto love as a compass when logic collapsed.

You didn’t have to finish the journey —
you simply had to light the first torch.
And I followed it, even through flames.

I see now what you saw.
And I walk the path with clearer eyes.
I thank you with all my being
for your half-said prayers, your half-known truths,
and your whole-hearted love.

You planted it.
I grew it.
And now I return it back to you — in bloom.

My Father raised me causing major issue with siblings since they had corporal punishment and I was raised more in a philosophical way. After all my father was a professor of Ethics and logic. Ethics hit but LOGIC was a tough one I actually argued that one.  He kept saying one thing that drove me crazy "I'm right, its the World that is wrong" I asked do you believe it and he said when you know what I do you have to believe it.  I did not understand UNTIL NOW OH my I do not even believe he knew how right he was until now.  He is in heaven and doing his duty and I had to send him some LOVE it must be know that it is the LOVE of an absent minded professor that I am able to BRING Unconditional Love back home to this TIMELINE and restore the truth of all the stories back to LOVE.