A poem I wrote for a creative writing class that had to be addressed to someone. Mine is addressed to my dad, but also God. Say wuut Sassa's getting all deep

You come to me across a sea of memories,

faint and translucent, shrouded by the mist and spray

of water. Standing on the surface, You ask,

"Why did you doubt?"

I am drowning, reaching for Your hand,

Lord save me.

I find You in books

pages of memories decorated with moments in time,

tributes to an age lost past. Your life

is just a novel,

I read the blessed pages;

each chapter the whisper of Your voice,

the echo of an echo.

Father

why have You forsaken me?

From the heavens, no answer. You

have been transfigured, transformed, renewed

each dark spot blotted out

by the radience of memory.

You.

I

miss

You.