This day, this night,
I’ve been in the direst straits
I have ever seen.
As the day progressed
thoughts of my duties passed away,
and all that remained was contemplation
On the message I would leave to those I loved
and who loved me in return,
when I took my leave of this place.
I cursed your name tonight,
burning, angry tears streaming down my face.
I screamed into the night
my frustration with your ways.
Why do you leave me helpless?
How can you be so unconcerned with my plight?
I look back at this day,
at all that occurred while I mused
at my own distress,
and I am humbled.
I see all the ways you comforted me
How you groaned with me,
sympathized with my pain,
sent unknowing helpers,
that I would not be utterly alone in my anguish.
What can I say now,
how can you forgive the words uttered
in a fit of helpless rage?
The answer I hear
whispered from the silence,
“Fear not my son,
You shall never be alone.
No matter the effort you put forth
In pushing me away,
I shall never leave you.”
Now I sit in stunned silence
and all I have the strength to do
is whisper my thanks into the night
as I drift to sleep,
once more at peace
For I am comforted by your love
for even the most wayward of your sons.