Love Lights the Wick

Father, I love You
Seems an impoverished plea
Whereas You offer
The huge, homeward, happy, holy.
And words not always coming
From this bashful Child.
Me. Bashful?
Business guy, Family Man.
Toolbox of solutions.
Petitions neglected now.
Reticent in Your mighty presence.
I wait for your whisperings.
Don’t have much me-self.
Snapshots of nature, old friends
Near misses, rescues.
Dear Mom departed.
And some ugly let-downs
On my part.
But then I hear, I think…
“Lighten up Son.
Listen to Me.
Father is here, cutting
Lots of slack.
Forgiving, urging forward in
The Great Endeavour.
Together.”
(Alarm clock goes off.
That big meeting happens
Today.)