A Gift That Keeps On Giving

I scream at the sky, Waiting, anticipating an answer, Like you are Jesus and I am your disciple. Willing to do anything, just to get a sign that you are still out there. Some days my faith starts to wonder, Your face starts to get blurry- And I wonder if it’s because you’re starting to forget me, Or if I am starting to forget you. Other days, I can see your face in the clearest skies, I feel your presence in the dullest of moments, And I remember that: You are a gift that keeps on giving, even though you are no longer here. (Updated on 05/19/2024)