Lord God, our Father.
In quiet reverence I sit with my son, and his somber heart, and quiet complexion.
I’ve brought him here you you, for the comfort that can only come from you.
God I see those wires that come in from all directions, and the engineer knows how to decipher which is which… to heal the dysfunction… to realign and set right the soul! You are our engineer!
I thank you for the curious place you led him to… a healing pool…
I love it that he refuses to pretend a smiling face.
God call him ever deeper into your Joy.
I will sit with him here Lord God, and live in this coat of sadness… til you bless him with a coat of many colours once again
❤️
Running Down Vimy 