Your Door: A Poem to My Son

Such is the challenge
To behold a door
To sense all it leads to
While not grieving more

To know if it’s opened
The Divine has willed
To praise, when it’s closed
His providence, still

Forth, amble with purpose
Or wait night and day
But ask for The Blessing
God’s presence, to stay

605 Nights

Too many nights
Tonight finally was
Begging God

Which He warns us against

But He loves you, so
Just this one last time….

Bring him back
I love him unending
Bid him tell me why
I was not worth a goodbye

The mirror becomes exhausted seeing your broken heartedness

605 nights

You finally break your own heart enough to tell yourself
I love you, Lisa

Say that instead
Such words do not feel so difficult or surprising afterall

And you believe it