It used to be so loud.
I wanted terribly to believe
I could be truly loved
It’s a silent grieve
Now the dirt is laid
Over the casket.
I’ve never been clasped
Inside safe arms, where
I could press against a heart
That beat for my welfare.
No more arms, no surprises,
Just tending my brood
And saying goodbye.
You are a judge and advocate
For those who can’t find justice.
A provider for the widow,
A father to the fatherless-
Filling the gap
Men leave behind.
Is that why You have loved me
Intimately all my days?
Because You knew
It would be the only way
I could believe love exists.
Thank You
For not being broken.
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