and i took His hand.

Because "His" Is capitalized for a reason. The feelings in this were so real, i teared writing this a bit, and my heart did ache when i wrote this, actually.

I saw Him.
Old and Frail.
But as his looks were deceiving,
for when he placed his hand on my shoulder, it was strong and healthy.
As he guided me the right place,
and how his feelings touched my heart,
sending shivers down my spine.
I placed my hand in his and let him watch my tears trickle down my cheeks.
I watched him smile at me.
The face I've never seen before,
yet so familiar.
Like I've knew him my whole life.
And i did.
He asked me,
"My dear daughter, whom i have given life to live and a family to have,
whose had a great life she should be grateful for and thanking me,
for whom i have watched all those years, through the tears
and the smiles, all her hardships and her graces, and alas i see her again face to face, and she cries?"
I nodded in understanding. I asked myself the same questions.
Why a lucky girl like me to cry tears of sadness, which he knew of in front of the man i was so happy to see, be with.
My heart shook in pain.
And i sobbed in front of my father.
i fell on my knees,
and like he had always done,
he picked me up and carried me away to a better place.
I then told him, hand in hand why i cried sadness.
Not because i would be leaving the world ad everyone i loved in it,
Not because i wanted to stay, because i would die again to stay with Him.
But i told him.
I told him because i was unfaithful.
I cheated on him, and lied to him, I've forgotten him, and left him,
i dishonored him, and yet he can stay next to me wit graceful arms.
I cried.
If i was him, i would not have accepted me.
I would have denied myself.
Someone as unfaithful as i was.
as i AM.
I had hurt the person that meant the most, and yet
he accepts me, still.
with open arms.
and i love him
and i praise him.

Author's Note

This was more of a story than a poem, but yes, it's meant to be a poem.