"The Author"

A father talking to his children...

"My immortal children,
         won't listen to my heart.
        Beating still, to free them,
         but they stay torn apart.
        Tears unshed; by a God,
         too far away to care.
        Pharisee's law,with a facade,
         creeds they cannot bear.

        Distant son, wayward daughter,
         all the same, to Me.
        Thirsting for the Living Water,
         hungry to be free.
        Tired of dying; just to live,
         to see their Maker smile.
        All the reasons that they give,
         for suffering, all the while.

        Can Holy Hands ever reach,
         hands that I designed?
        You can pray; but can you teach
         they will always be Mine?
        Yes; I'm here and closer than
         the shadows on your wall.
        Let the wise ones understand,
         I will not let you fall.

        I can see the glory,
         from the beginning to the end.
        But the only one who can write the story,
         is the one who holds the pen.

                            Love, God."

Reviews

[Penlady]

it is the prayer that Grace be given, the only one we can pray and hope that the loves we love will be dwelling there someday....In the meantime the joy that lives in us can be shared a sip at a time until the thirst may be finally quenched by He who shed the blood...

[J Todd Underhill]

Oh my I have dropped in on write after write tonight that someone only writes a 4 or 5 word response to a poem that deserves so much more. this is one of those this was so well crafted and one that made me think. I am close than I ever thought I would be with god but still feel I am the prodigal son.

[Raven Starhawk]

How extraordinary and defined your words are.

[joshua deathdealer]

This is a spectacular write embodying the heart of God. " all the same, to Me."..xx