Fathers and Sons live complicated lives of love and joy mixed with mimesis and desire. When love is present then life can carry them to a place of mutual respect and equality as men. If we had a good father, then ‘metaphorically’ we stood upon their shoulders. I would not be who I am had it not been for the best of my father’s traits and stories.

My son Gregg’s inquisitive nature met with my need to share my growing intellectual pursuits while he was still very young. The following poem is a representation of our conversations when he was but a child. The questions reflect his concern for the condition of reality while still a child. He has kept that concern to the present and works to serve the poor around the world.

To Change the World

Can tears change the world?

Only if love moves in flesh

Can understanding bring good government?

Only if wisdom is willing to suffer

Can the brave save the dying?

Only at their own risk

Can faith move a mountain?

Life’s mountains are conquered in the ascent.

Where is the seat of evil?

In Death’s cold stare.

Where is the heart that is pure?