LIGHTING THE DARK

My soul is flailing and wailing in the darkness without the Son. "Come out from behind the cloud," He whispers. But my tears drown Him out. "Where are You?," I cry. "Holding you up," He whispers. "Why can't I see you?," I scream. "Open your eyes," He whispers. In exhaustion, I sink to the ground on my knees. Spent, I look around. He is all around me. His arms are wrapped about my body. "Oh, Father," I whisper. "I've got you," He weeps.