I fashioned as a child an image of a body!
NO ears to hear
NO eyes to see
NO mouth to speak
The robe he wore was old
and torn
WITH rips and tears
And if you could see
his hair
IT was long and UNDITY!
He shuffled with his feet,
whispering defeat
Appearing at night in dreams
That only a child can dream
As I grew up this visitor
of the past
came less often
As time filtered through my
mind this
was just an
‘Apparition Of Something
Less Divine’
With abandonment issues
as a child I perceived
God as I did the missing
parent which has taken many
years to reconcile God as a
loving presence in my life!
