Father/Prayer Mirror

Father- I hope you know that I see you. Without permission, my mind's been sketching you all day. At once I see you hover, a whisper away, a roughed-up scramble of cartoonist's strokes I couldn't begin to fill in. Your unsteady hand is mine. You assemble your limbs in Jesus Christlike form and emit your premonition of loneliness, your prayer. Father? Who are you? Am I your misplaced mirror, are you a mirror for my prayers? Father, your mirror is jagged enough to invite these weary veins to bleed. Prayer, your portrait is far too bleak to adorn the walls of my mind.