Into Focus

My experience of a father
Is not the same as yours.
My attitude and worldview
Have been crushed
And reshaped.
I feel a void because
Childhood feels like a
Different time.
Not a time that is being
Described - that is being
Observed.
I am formless; I feel desolate -
Yet all this is being
Changed
To prove to me
The truth of what a father
Truly is.
Can I change, and recognize
This new thing
Without erasing
What has transpired
In my life?
Can I identify with
These one day, and
Be able to know firsthand
Of what they speak?

Intent

Is there something else?
There must be something
I am missing.
Is there more?
Is there something
I’m not seeing?
Make me whole.
Make me aware
And awake
And alive.
I need to find
This missing piece -
I must relocate
Peace of mind.
Not just floating
Aimlessly -
We wander
With a purpose;
For not all who
Wander
Are lost.

This Is Love

Life expands
Beyond imagination
When we can grasp
This single truth:
We are loved.
Not because of our deeds
Or our lack of doing -
But because
There is a God
Who loved us first -
Who called us worthy
Before we drew breath,
Before we did anything
Worthy of praise.
He is praiseworthy.
And He loves us because
He can,
Because it is in His nature
And because we are
His.