My Father knows what’s in my soul –
Unlike me who can watch the waters for
a glimpse of life just below the surface;
yet all I see is my own reflection
of a distant yearning.
My Father knows my potential –
unlike me when I become discouraged;
when passions within battle for recognition;
when a pebble tossed creates mere ripples which
to me appear as waves.
My Father knows my innermost desires –
Though my needs, to me,
are frequently intensified;
panic sending waves of emotion crashing
upon my jagged shore.
My Father gives me peace –
The tranquil calm that laps soothingly upon my
beaten spirit; though the channel splatters
me against rocks of uncertainty, my eternal
destination quiets the turmoil. I sail on.