To Call You Father

My head aches and splits
The heart would fin’lly speak
But how do I pray, “Father”…?

To see as Lord in guts and grime
And like some stoic yield my fate
This my head can claim in tears.

But heart cries deep a simple truth
And wars with head who cannot see
And blinding fear thrusts daggers both.

You made the world and that takes might
You came down low and that takes heart
To see these both takes quite a faith.

My heart in pain and with much fear
Speaks a language far from me
Unreconciled I stagger, fall.

I do not know the words to loose
Whispered from the splintered earth
Yet you would teach me, ” Father.”

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