poetry is not my thing. but i like to try.

(some people portraits of mine. All who I love. All who are beautiful)

(can you call this poetry?)

i can see i have failed.

my Father please answer my call

i am waiting to be availed.

i know without You i will fall.

will You acknowledge my heart's yearning?

i want to caress each distant place.

can You sense my soul burning?

i long to ease the fall from grace.

will You set me free?

blaze Your path

out-in the worlds i ache to be.

i will follow fast

oh my brilliant Father,

give me permission.

oh my able King,

i will listen.

Your will be done, not mine.