Child, Child, Holy Child Yes I'M Still Here
Child, Child, Holy Child Yes I'm Still Here
Bless me Holy Father as I weep
You are my Shepherd and I am your sheep
I pray at the altar today to confess my sin
But I don't know where to start or how to begin
It's been fifty years since I left the flock
During that time my boat never left the dock
I've walked the Seattle streets selling my wool
And have gone thru that vicious cycle like a fool
In all those years I walked to the Devil's beat
But today I prayed and repent, as I take my seat
My eyes teared as I looked up at the ceiling
I saw the light and regretted hurting God's feeling
I could feel His ray of light thru the stained glass
Yet my face couldn't hide my dark past
I saw the folds in the glass, the tracery, and the beauty
And I, too, want to be a ray of light and be of His duty
I want to be set free, absolved of my sins, for I care
Father, Father, Holy Father are you still there
connie pachecho
1/25/23
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2023
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