Can I... look up into the windows of your soul for just a second I know it's a long line but can I whisper something ...to you? My father is with you so when I speak its for both of you to listen Do you mind? And I know that at times I can be a disappointment, You know reasoning of my intentions Recapturing time lost, ill-spent. I thank you for the grace of your gifts. It still feels as if I haven't opened them yet It's amazing how you know me so well. He's just right. And Mom... I know you made her in your image. Excuse the informality of my pleas The anger in some of my reactions And the silent sadness that try to cover in my heart I know that solitude is not possible when you remain living and breathing along our sides but as a human being At times my hopes are selfishly flawed Wishing for physical miracles and overlooking blessings. My journey continues but my shoes get untied.
Hey dad, Thank you for the strength you have granted me in order to continue and the reality checks that rattle me enough to get back on path. Lord, May I take another minute of your time, As I bare myself of constructed and self inflicted needs of perfection You know me for who I am, so I take you by the the hand as we walk into silent discussions... I have some questions about where will I go and does this benefit me and those around me... Sorry if I feel so heavy but I have a weight on my shoulders and a lump of overwhelming sadness that comes and goes. But if you don't mind may I, "Talk to you and ask you for your guidance....especially today when my world feels a little bit cloudy"