Dear God,
I said This was about You, not me, and I meant it and I mean it and I will never not mean it.  
Love,
Lisa

dear god,

promise me that you will not always whisper to me in metaphors.

promise me that you will forgive me for the days when I didn’t read your story. I was forever noticing the beauty and promise and hope and life of all that you sing into the vast grey, but I often looked away because it all felt too brilliant for me to stare upon. I battled anger that the promises in your pages resonated with all others but not with me.

promise me that you will forgive me for the days that I did not stay, I didn’t see that it is not only your story. But your brilliance remained nonetheless -and still will.

promise me that my free will can always be mine and mine alone and that you will trust me with it because you know that I have the capacity to make right decisions and take right action.

promise me that you will not always whisper to me in metaphors.

in peace,
lisa