My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love

So its fathers day and today I wish you were here.. RIP Dad I miss you loads.

My father moved through dooms of love
Singing each morning out of each night
Loving every moment of life and people surrounded by him
My father moved through depths of height

This motionless forgetful where
Turned at his glance to shining here;
That if(so timid air is firm)
Under his eyes would stir and squirm

And should some why completely weep
My father's fingers brought her sleep:
Vainly no smallest voice might cry
For he could feel the mountains grow.

Lifting the valleys of the sea
My father moved through griefs of joy;
Praising a forehead he called the moon
Singing desire into begin

Joy was his song and joy so pure
A heart of star by him could steer
And pure so now and now so yes
The wrists of twilight would rejoice

Keen as midsummer's keen beyond
Conceiving mind of sun will stand,
So strictly(over utmost him
So hugely)stood my father's dream

His flesh was flesh his blood was blood:
No hungry man but wished him food;
No cripple wouldn't creep one mile
Uphill to only see him smile.

Scorning the pomp of must and shall
My father moved through dooms of feel;
His anger was as right as rain
His pity was as green as grain

His sorrow was as true as bread:
No liar looked him in the head;
If every friend became his foe
He'd laugh and build a world with snow.

My father moved through theys of we,
Singing each new leaf out of each tree
(and every child was sure that spring
danced when she heard my father sing)

Though dull were all we taste as bright,
Bitter all utterly things sweet,
Maggoty minus and dumb death
All we inherit,all bequeath

And nothing quite so least as truth
I say though hate were why man breathe—
Because my father lived his soul
Love is the whole and more than all