This one’s about going fishing with my dad (Bill) and my grandpa (Fred).
I’ve been missing Grandpa (my mom’s dad — I was less than a year old when my dad’s dad died, so I didn’t know him) lately. I was his first grandson after having four daughters and then a granddaughter, and we always had a special relationship. I believe he was the man I felt the safest around, and … I miss him.
The subject matter of this poem (the Bible and the place it has in human lives) seems to me to be of utmost importance. Not just if the Bible is important — I certainly believe it is, uniquely and irreplaceably so — but how.
The title is, appropriately enough, a reference to something in the Bible. And I think it might mean more than that as well.
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