Good mourning Father,

It was a great mourning that I had

And I thank you for it.

 

It began my journey to you opening my eyes and now it’s morning time and I’m still thinking of you

And I speak with run-on sentences

But honestly it don’t matter.

 Because it’s all about you.

Father, you aren’t selfish but well deserving.

How could I consider a sin being in you

When sin cannot be you

Sin can’t be near you.

You being the sunlight to the sun, the light

That no one ever recognizes

That shines so bright

A day without you is a fright night

Full of scars and body parts exposing

All our deeper scars of the mind plowed by a

Reaper that has complete control but you said,

“No.”

If you have an auditory imagination picture God saying the word in a deep voice.

 

“No.” he says, in his spirit, within him, “chaos shall not ensue here. Chaos shall be subdued here“

“Chaos will not overflow here.”

Odd enough he only ever said the positive.

Not acknowledging the negative.

“Let there be light.”