Hello, Father, who now dwells above in Heaven;
I was just thinking back to when I was eleven.
Remember the time I fell and scraped my knee?
How you rushed over in haste to comfort me.
You brushed off my jeans, reassured me I was fine;
You told me then you’d be there for me at all times.
I just wanted to tell you that I’m feeling kind of alone;
I call your number and then realize, that no one’s home,
although I can feel your presence all around me at times.
I see a cardinal, or a butterfly, or even when a bell chimes.
Just the other day I was placing flowers on your stone
when I felt a slight breeze brush my hand; I was not alone.
Dad, I guess what I’m asking is, “Am I following the right path?
Do I continue moving forward and never stop to look back?”
Just then a tiny wren had landed upon my window sill.
My mind filled with so much joy and my heart grew fulfilled.
It just sat there for a while as a tear ran down my face.
As it flew away, a feather left behind, I shall forever encase.
I looked out the window and laughed; felt like I was eleven.
I said, “Thank you, Father, for this gift; I feel like I’m in Heaven!”