I want to see you
As a child,
life had seemed a mellow glide
of infinite giggles and a nicer forever,
Oh what joy we had soaked,
When a darling favour
Had made certain we enjoy
The glow of a nonchalant sun.
Looking back
It seems the years had progressed
into a harsher seriousness,
Calling out of a girl: a woman,
One who would carry her own agony
of deciding the latitude of her sins.
Two decades later,
It seems she is naïve
Of whom the mirror is reflecting,
Her sorry eye, gazing back
at the mirrored unfamiliarity
Here’s her story:
Hello Yah.
Hello Yah.
Hello Yah.
Are you there?
Or am I simply crying out to a vague nothing,
One from which atheists feed their faith.
Am I all alone, progressing into an abyss
of faith and actual naught?
And yet I dwell,
Believing evermore in the halo,
Sensing strongly, something of its substance.
Whoever you are, I feel you.
Whoever you are, you immaculate spirit,
Of unimaginable splendour and unfailing love.
You know I am yours,
without divide and despite it,
Tattooed on the palm of your hand,
Your essence and mine,
ever mindful of one another.
Tell me to hope,
Tell me to dream,
Tell me to be,
And mostly tell me who you are.
I want to see you.
Amen.
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