revisit - a poet's prayer

In moments of silence
I hear your voice, but do not listen
“My child,” You call
As I look toward the star-filled sky
“I’m here,” You say
I can’t see your face; eyes blurred
Pools fill in disbelief
I weep and you come.

Your arms wide open
Longing to give your love to me
“My child,” You call
You weep wanting me to be with you

In moments of silence
You hear my voice and listen
“My God,” I call
As you look from the star-filled sky
“I’m sorry,” I cry
You see my face, my eyes blurred
Pools overflow with tears
I weep and you come

Yet, my arms are closed
My heart unable to understand
“I can’t,” I reply.
I weep wanting to be with you

-1/25/2005

So I took that poetry class, to "finish" my lower-division writing req. "Finish" only because I still had to take 39B. I just wonder what I was feeling or what was going on when I wrote this. I think I'm stronger now, or at least I hope so. But what is strength? Is it stronger to take things on your own shoulders or is it better to know that you can't do everything on your own.

Pray for strength, the willingness to reach out for help, the clarity of knowing that you're not alone. Simons and Veronicas surround you everyday, don't let pride blind you.

Thanks for the times you've listened, thanks for hanging out, thanks for being my friend.