Another part of the house .. The doors open and i stood within the frame , cussing my father house , my thoughts became nil with shame and i shouted with madness , you left with food , with shelter , my mother cried at night Im guilty of not loving you . I absorbed your blood , became your imagine , repeated all your fault but in my father house who is the blame ? If god can forgive then surely i could . My father house stood in light of god but evils surround my soul , my spirits soar washing away the passion that creat animosity in my father . No i should judge but pain of absence left me weak . In my father i shall learn to love and honor him , not dispise him but to share his burden as he share mines .
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 17:41:33 +0000
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