Father

FATHER Father, how do I live when there is so much to give. If I take away a grain, I leave a little pain. If I try to save a fly, there is something else to die I may hunger for more and then I close my door I really don’t know what to say, when I do, I walk away I have no path that runs for sure, all I ask is to endure. The river of life is only bringing a tide of strife. The Sun so bright quickly burns and withers until the night. Then the fog rest in, blocking the view from within I pray out loud and listen to silence realize it’s me on that fence This way or that, it’s about a cat, finer than fine. Let it fall upside down right to its feet every time. This is my life, and everything seems clear How come each day I have imitation fear My Father I pray, thank you for a day I need not worry my path or my way You provide all, that’s what the book says So, I should be kind and always gives thanks. Because where you send me, has no Banks. TGGIL written Nov 22 2021 at ?pm