Father's Lullaby

O child of stone, outcast, alone, succumbing to desire. Inside your chest, you’re sorely pressed, assailed by a liar. Do not believe the tales it weaves: the lost, untethered heart. Though it deceives, it silent grieves the time it spends apart. When realized, it bitter cries for wounds it did impart, and scarce conceives, much less receives the grace of a fresh start. But when it breaks, all of that ache, like scales, just falls away. A flood of tears, to be drawn near, says what no words can say. Your Father sates, and yet He waits for you to freely turn. Climb in his chair, incline your ear, and hear what your soul yearns. Child, fall asleep to rhythms deep: a heart that fiercely burns. Ah, to be blessed, and find the rest your strivings never earned!