All that these grown ups

care to speak

is what they consider

at length

compared with their work week.

 

But these adults

all they want

is results

so they worry

–worry all about me.

 

If only

they could see

that when I fall

it hurts them

most of all

more than it hurts me.

 

Because as far as heaven

I can see

saw it pass the stars

before I saw me

I saw that I was

meant to be

the blessing that he needs,

without a book

or a fish and his hook

but by hook or by crook

it was his heart

that I overtook.

 

And somewhere over there

with the birds and a bunch of bees

thats where you can see

the rainbow he painted with me.

 

For I am his art

and I was born of a dart

he threw from his heart.

So when he

screams at the sky

asking why

why can’t he see?

 

I say Dad,

“Just follow me.”

BeLove © 2018


My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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