A Father's Cry

I cry out to my God that He draw near to her again the way they once embraced, for surely none would question all my tears, nor see a father's anguish as misplaced. This torment that lies deep within the breast would seem to spring up from a place of good, yet darkness is the source of this distress when brought forth to the light and understood. For if I place my hopes and fears in Him, I must also entrust Him with her care, believing all will work out in the end, and of my pleas, He is not unaware. Still, for my baby girl and me, I shout: Increase our faith, Lord, banish all our doubt! ---------- for the 2022 Poetry Maraton Mile 26 Poetry Contest sponsored by Mark Toney written on 01/23/22