Dear Father

by Brenda   Sep 29, 2016


Dear Father, oh heck, let me be proper...
Dear Heavenly Father!
Hi, it's me.
I know it's been a long time
since I have graced a pew,
or shared your body and blood
with my fellow man.
I know you haven't heard my words
to you,
head bowed, hands folded,
on bended knee.
But you still know me, right?
I've been on the streets
nigh three years now,
chasing that high.
The hustle, the game,
God, it's so dirty!
Not as dirty as me,
I am starting to smell the rot.
You can only play this game so long
before it consumes you.
So I ask you Father,
have you written me off too?
I am no longer a welcomed body
in my families home.
I guess you can't go around blowing up bridges
and expect to be invited back.
Winter is coming,
unlike that stupid show I used to watch
so many moons ago,
those "white walkers" ain't got nothing
when it comes to living on the streets
in a Michigan winter...
So I ask you Heavenly Father,
if you are hearing prayers
this day,
make this one my last...
Amen.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Brenda a slightly different write from what I have seen before but excellent. The dark visuals of someone falling off the path into darkness and dirt and still wondering if God would accept her back.

    • 7 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you Milly, I've been struggling lately with writing and this came to me. So I started it out and this is the results. That age old question, am I still worthwhile to be accepted after such a fall from grace.

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Well, I reckon if there's a God, he certainly would be gracious enough to welcome any of his lost children back, no matter how 'dirty' or 'rotten' they'd become.

    Great write, Brenda.

    Ben

    • 7 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you so much Ben, I would like to think he would too. Take care- Brenda

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Brenda a truly wonderful write from imagination of a person losing all even their faith and then coming back to God for one last prayer of forgiveness and begging to be brought home.

    Glad Michael nominated as I'm all out.
    Em

    • 7 years ago

      by Brenda

      Awww thanks Em! I appreciate your words and thoughts, hugs- Brenda

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello Brenda,

    As a writer we often have to imagine how it would be if we were someone else. I know I have!

    Here you are a suffering addict pleading for Forgiveness, another chance, anything better than this!!

    One word: Nominated!

    Take care,

    Michael

    • 7 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you so much Michael! I think that is one of our blessings in life, to be a writer and blessed with imagination and the ability towards empathy to see another person. Take care- Brenda

  • 7 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Brenda, beautiful imagery. I'm still trying to decide if this is about a homeless person who is homeless person or a person with an addiction. Either way, im not very religious, but you portrayed the feeling of losing faith and coming back to it very well.

    Well done.

    • 7 years ago

      by Brenda

      Naomi, thank you so much! It's about someone who is homeless due to addictions. They had it all but lost it all, including their faith to a point. Now they just wish it was over, hence the conversation to God.

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