I am apart from the part of me
yearning to be complete.
I embrace the longing for the fullness of grace–
as I am yet still hurt by the memories of beauty.
Love fills every crevice from the crib to the casket;
it is in You I trust to understand the confusion therein.
Scraps of papers embedded in thoughts with scribbles
donned star dreams deserted to serve You these nibbles.
I look up and down and around and see all that is to be–
a classroom empty of students but me, mindfully learning.
I reach for the pen and the paper to write to You for all–
I see books on my desk standing tall to beckon attention.
How can I find the letters to compose any essential clue?
The royal paints have dried on the canvas out of the blue.
It is as a blade of grass surging to be its best green foliage,
we humans breathe wherever air moves us to be a continuum …
Like the stars that step forth even in the bright moonlight,
I hope to return to the rhythm in concert sung by the birds.
May my gratefulness be showered in blossoms of dewdrops
aside alike souls in Your Kingdom in heaven and on earth…
I thank You my Lord in front of all these Friends, Your people,
Afar and close in thought and heart, entirely yours from birth…
Despite the chaos, the sun has risen to draw shadow shades;
we contemporaries live to sway the wave that flings a ripple…
Please help us see when we cannot fathom all there is for us to grasp,
Forgive our judgments from present and the past, have mercy, I ask.
I would love to know if you have ever written a note to God…Please leave a comment. Thank you.