Thursday, December 19, 2024

Where are you, Dad?

Surrounded by fear,

Engulfed by flames,

Crying out for help,

But no help arrives.

 

I cried to you for help before and you came,

Where are you now?

 

I called to you for help,

Yet you have not come to my aid.

 

I am empty,

I have nothing else to give,

I fall down to my death,

My bones are on display,

 

But you are not far from me,

You have returned to save me,

You have saved me from their wrath.

You have brought me back into hope.

This poem is inspired by Psalm 22

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