Private Conversation

Father it’s me again. It’s been too long between talks Days, years: restless lost wasted years Choices made based on greed, pride, arrogance and misbegotten dreams It’s difficult at best to understand how You can still love me The blessings continued throughout it all I had Kristofferson on the stereo asking Why Me Lord Now I know I just want to come home One more shot at doing it right, conscience not materialistic ideals Finding peace within myself, empathy for those who cannot. The journey was a bit different than I imagined Detours, lost highways, dead ends. Many roads. Wrong ones More light at the end of the dirt roads Than the ones paved in gold Harder to reach your destination But the accommodations were better in the end One more thing I meant to say and never did Thank You Father for the hard times Thank You for the trials that helped strengthen me At the time, I didn’t understand Now I see. Tears can cleanse the soul Only when they are real.