Father

Distracted,
Your light pierces through
Racing,
To catch a glimpse of you
Where winter trees
Stand upright,
Wickedly composed
Half painted sky
I cry out father
and this night refuses
to dismiss
I cannot move
a soul to save me
I cannot paint this sky
I cannot
Only you can perform such
I feel you come to me
With arms opened wide
I lay frozen;
My earthly father was
Nothing like you
It’s too much for me to handle
Forgive me for not letting go
I don’t know how
To get past the scared little girl
I try all the time
and all I do is rhyme


Recently, I was reminded of this poem I wrote nearly 7
years ago when talking to a friend. We talked about
how we relate our fathers to our Father in heaven and
how we have a hard time accepting His Love, which is
perfect and unimaginable.