The cry

Come closer, closer to me!
I am broken, I am bleeding, I’ve been this way for far too long. I need more now than just words, fairy tales, a God who lives in a book. I need someone real. I want to touch you, I want to hold your hand, I want to hear you. Let me hear you. I see me lying on the ground broken, missing something. Won’t you come and make me whole? I need more than philosophy and some God in outer space I need someone real I can feel. Someone who is more than just words in a book. Words, words, words, I’m so sick of words, if I begged you would you come? Because I am, I’m begging you. I need you. I need your wisdom. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what you want me to do! This is my cry, my scream of pain and desperation. With my last breath I’ll shout “Son of David, Don’t pass me by!” I don’t care who tells me to be quiet, to stop yelling, to stop crying, to stop mourning, to quit, I don’t care who tells me that it’s not gonna work. I won’t give up until I see you until I know you, until we’re closer to each other. I know it will work. I know you, God. You can’t resist my cry to you! You’re not silent, you love me, and when you see me struggling and crying out to you, you run to me. I know you. I don’t care who anyone else says you are. I know who you are! You’re a good Father.