Life just now

Son,
You are right:
This imperfect world is all that is real,
It deserves our attention and care.
If my life is a lesson,
Its wastage is wisdom -
Defer not till heaven
One earthly good.

God is self-damned
By being absent when
The faithful pray.
But some of them wake, even I,
And stare with eyes broken open
At the wonder of what you’ve discovered
Without Him.

You are writing the book
I thought I would write,
When I started my circular journey,
The one about meaning
And ultimate purpose –
You’re searching the wonders at hand.
The way you love your sons
Better - but not more -
Than I ever loved you,
Is miracle enough
For a lifetime of seeking.

Make me your son –
Play with me as one of your own!
Make me laugh and teach me to
Joyfully expect
Nothing more than life just so,
Life just now,
Reality.