Take my love Papa God, I do not want it in its purity to be in vain,
do not want it to be tossed aside like dirty laundry
or old newspapers read through, like a famished man
after a hard day’s work hungry for knowledge of
the world’s goings on, then ditched in the trash can
let it’s good never wear out. channel its wholesomeness,
towards something in desperate need of its enriching fervor. its life’s’ milk,
giving light to anything, everything that has lost its vitality and its strength and is broken.
It still has a colossal amount of use, in fact don’t think, no, I know, it will NEVER
be worn out. what’s gently woven in each stitch of its fabric is of you, DUNAMIS.
its endurance is great like You. Now Papa for me, will you spread it around some purple
blossoms by the road side and sprinkle some over his children, the man that I love, take some and shower it over trees in an early autumn morning causing their leaves to glow brighter than ever, blessing all who stop to take a moment to look upon the towering giants.
For me Papa, let this broken heart mend expeditiously yet gently. Let me remember how lovely it was awakened in me, as a kaleidoscope, colorful, bright, hopeful and so alive.
Thank you for allowing me a moment to know its sweet intimacy.
and as you take it Papa, may it be released from me tenderly.
Evelyn A. McKinnon
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