Now that my father-in-law's funeral is over, I feel free to post the poem I wrote for him, and for all quiet men God has blessed me with.
Quiet Men
Quiet men
do not become famous.
You won’t
see their names in the newspaper.
They have
followers, but not on Facebook.
They are
not posting their exploits on social media
because
they are too busy working.
Their
followers are those who watch them
and want to be like them.
Quiet men
mow their lawns,
keep the
house and car in repair,
mend their
sons’ broken toys
and their daughters’ broken hearts.
They work
hard even when no one is watching,
even if
their job is boring and unfulfilling,
because their
family is depending on them.
Quiet men
respect their parents growing up
and take
care of them in their old age.
They serve
their country and their God,
but not in
the ways that get recognition.
They love
their wives,
teach
their sons what it means to be a man,
and become
their daughter’s first hero.
Quiet men
help their family,
friends, and even strangers
without
expecting anything in return.
They wear
their faith like a second skin.
It is as
much a part of their lives as breathing.
Thanks, Del, for your
humble walk with God
through
life, and all the way home.
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