A Father's prayer for his son
My son lies teetering
On the edge of the abyss
And tears rivulet.
God, I beg you, please.
End this suffering, I beg,
I die as he breathes.
I love him, dammit,
But if he suffers for me,
I'm a poor father.
So decide. Heal him
Or quiet his pain. Mercy,
I beg of you, God.
Was not once enough?
I yield. Take my dreams, my love,
But please, spare my son.
Your house is great, God.
Let him know true love, mercy,
Kindness. Take him home.
Else heal him, Father,
He is too weak, as am I,
He should not suffer.
Not like this limbo,
Do not purgate him alive
But heal, or relieve.
Take my every tear
as payment. Soften your heart.
Miracle child mine.
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Matthew Wetter
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