The Girl

The Girl

Stumbling through the darkness
She stumbles and falls.
The ground; icy cold, ominously dark and rock hard,
Are but a mere reflection of the girl's putrid heart.

Hitting the ground in frustration, the girl cries out.
Her furrowed brow and bitter disposition leads one to wonder why she is so angry.
With a disheveled face and a worn sigh,
The girl stands and trudges on.

Her mind swarming with questions,
Her heart bursting with pain,
The girl reluctantly begins to talk to
God.

Why God? Who are you? Why am I here?
Why do things hurt so badly? Why are people so heartless?
Why can't I see you? Why can't I feel you?
I need you Lord.

Not hearing an answer she continues to question her Lord.

Why do people think I am so close to you, and yet I feel so far away?
Why do so many say how strong I am, when I fall to my knees?
Why can people depend on me, and yet no one is there for me?
Why… God interrupted her.

My Child, why are you so worried about what others think?
Baby Girl, I've told you to trust me. To cast your cares upon me, to love me and to obey me and yet you still run, you still turn away, you doubt.
Why do you doubt?

I have not left you. I've seen your tears and I've cried with you.
When no one else is there, I am still here holding your hand,
Or waiting for you to jump back into my arms once again.
Where have you been?

I miss you so.
Come back to me.
I love you more than you'll ever know
My beautiful child