Saturday, April 12, 2008

My Story

I'm sorry I didn't believe you sooner.
When I was young I didn't have a dad,
so I thought you didn't love me
or maybe you weren't there;
Otherwise things would surely be different.
In spite of all your love, I was always unhappy.
In addition to all your other gifts
you would send special treasures
to tell me you loved me.
A grandfather who was dad to me;
his loss seemed much too soon.
A cat to keep me company.
A handmade doll I prayed for
became mine in spite of all the odds against it;
that day I began to think you might be real after all.
Then my faith was swept away when we moved.
A teacher said I wasn't good enough to represent my class;
though they had chosen me.
My acceptance in a new place was short lived.
Most of my social life ended that day.
In my isolation I decided you didn't care.
So I threw away the most precious treasures you had given me.
One by one I dropped them--hoping to be free.
When I tried to drop the treasure of life
you kept calling to me.
You spoke so clearly.
It was then I knew I couldn't believe without your help.
"If you are there, you've got to show me."
And you gave me another chance to choose.
Then you picked up all my treasures;
cleaned off the mud I'd dropped them in,
and gave them back to me one by one.
Thank you.
I'm sorry I didn't believe you sooner.