Here, for Father’s Day, are two nested meditations from my first book, Divinity in Disguise, and one non-nested poem. Enjoy! (If you’re not familiar with the nested meditation form introduced in Divinity in Disguise, you can read about it here ) My father never filled his father’s shoes. My father never filled his father’s shoes and I have never filled my father’s. My father never filled his father’s shoes and I have never filled my father’s. May you, beloved son, be the one

A tulip was planted in a garden beneath a towering tree. Each morning all through the month of May its blossoms unfurled. It was a joy to be alive. The tulip was pleased to open itself and share its beauty with its small corner of the world. Then, on a windy day, a sprinkling of strange green and yellow blossoms rained down from the tree. “Whatever can these be?” the tulip asked a squirrel cavorting around the base of the tree. The squirrel paused just long enough to say, “Wh