Honest me

I write to You God

As I would in a moment 

On a dear diary session 

At the end of a drawn out day 

The mind is weary 

You are my comfort 

That there is a tomorrow 

The air is filled with sunshine 

And the soft chirping of birds
The laughter of my children
Running in the garden
Brings me satisfaction 

To my very existence

I am filled with peace 

 
Sometimes we can be blind

You know me from within

How to open my eyes
To the smallest of things
Like a whisper in the wind
Or the blooming of a flower

During spring time 

I hope to see clearly 

But seeing isn't enough
So this is my personal thanks
For being my therapist
And not billing me 

At the end of the month

Or tallying up the I owe you's

 

For always being available
At the shortest of moments
Never saying no
Giving at the right season 

Like an overflowing river 

That never runs dry 

Blessings are abundant 

This is me to You God
In my most vulnerable state
I confide and trust in the word

My faith is ever growing 
I give over to the holy spirit 

My heart, body and soul 

I declare You are the truth 

From the heart 

Char