A Poem

A Poem, the only thing you would ask.

What should be a mere, simple task  -

Feels quite monumental, entirely out of my grasp.

But of late, I see the shoulders hung weary,

The tears trapped, making tired eyes blurry.

I too, know the bone weary, the head hung,

For far too many others, on your shoulders are slung.

One request,

quite out of my grasp.

So, I look to the heavens for borrowed Word,

One Word, one simple Word.

Now of all unanswered questions, or late night cry sessions,

Will you be cured?

No.

But, one Word, one simple Word from heavens,

And the burden certainly lessens.

So here it is, my feeble attempt, we will give it ago.

You stand as protector far into the night,

When land lays void of even a sliver of light.

And you beg Good Creator to protect with His might.

Now for yourself, do you ask?

Oh, for certainly not,

It is OUR wars you have fought,

Entirely, it is OUR victories you have sought.

For to you, our sin and our hurt we have brought.

For the number you have carried,

To your wants, needs and dreams you have buried.

To the depths of you that are lost,

We will never understand the cost.

You paid.

For this foundation, you have laid,

And our home safe, you have made.

As your own needs, must fade.

It feels far too weak.

Here.  It feels far too weak to just end  -

This simple word to your burden, it cannot contend 

But yet, a simple word is all we have to lend,

To you, our Dad and truly our best friend.

We often forget or do not rightly see,

All that you do to allow us to be free,

Free to grow and safely seek He.

Or free to just be  -

We often don’t, won't see.

But, on this day for this brief moment,

Heaven cracks and a tear is rent,

Eternal Father, to you His eyes are bent.

And we join with Him and He gathers with us,

For one simple word with no attitude or fuss  -

Thank you.