Who is like a Father?

In the absence of what,
Our perspective shows us,
So much goes unsaid,

We build our own cathedral,
With stone willed walls,
From the wounds we dread,

And who is like a Father,
What boss, what lord, what god,
For all that we have ever wanted,
Is approval, a smile, a nod.

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