Walking, Wanting, Trying… Poem by Richelle Caliwan

I saw a connection on a mirror,

sick and broken….

My sight fell on the ground,

And I see no colors, no pictures

but an image of a man,

carrying all emotions with sins,

a fault that He never did…..

No air, can’t breathe

He struggles so many times…

It’s a classic, no jokes…

emply handed, but have a real confession

behind that scenery, I cried so hard,

I sat on the floor, flashed back

“Do you love me? ! Son…., do you know me? ? ”

I honor you as my Father.. I owe you..

Sorry, I have so many faults, sinful desires,

I used names as my tool, …wanting so much

I seek you, I will do it, .. help me..

You are changing me, You will change me…

I need Your touch, I want to reach Your voice

I will lay with You…

I will dream with Your presence…

I will sleep, hearing Your whispers…