I Wear His Lei

(To My Father)

I hear him saying,

"My child, through praying

The waters of the sea of doubt

Will part to let you safely through;

Your soul will hear the silent shout

Of April crying,

'There is no dying,

For death is but life's messenger.'

I weave this lei of hope for you

To ever wear." Though tears may blur

My eyes, his weaving

Illumes my grieving.