A Piece of Sky

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Father,

 

I may be falling

through clouded skies,

broken

and bloodied,

weighted

with the horror

of unholy revelation,

but it is you

who fell long ago

from far greater heights.

 

Father, 

 

you may be standing

against the faded stars,

shackled

and suffering,

bowed

beneath the burden

of long-held darkness,

but it is I

who blaze

with undimmed light.

 

Let go

of your hate,

Let go

of your fear,

Let go

of your shrouded lies,

and I promise –

 

I will be there

I will catch you

 

and together

we will find 

our own piece of sky.

 

 

 

— t.f.b.c.