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Talking to my Father

by Amy Niggel

I talk to my Father
He listens,
always patient
always knowing what is best
even if I don't know it then.
I cry to Him,
take him my broken dreams,
my wounded pride,
my shattered nerves.
I ask for things I do not need,
and He provides what I do.
I question Him
and He puts forth riddles as answers.
I complain I cannot carry one,
and He shows me more of what can happen.
I fear that I may break,
He throws more onto my back.
I talk to my Father
and I thank Him for all of it.
He shows me I am wrong,
that I can make it through.
He gives me strength,
He shows me what love is,
He teaches me compassion,
and trust
and reliance.
I learn so much from talking to my Father

09/07/2003

Author's Note: I didn't realize how much I missed going to church till I went this morning

Posted on 09/07/2003
Copyright © 2024 Amy Niggel

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jean Mollett on 04/30/07 at 03:42 AM

Hi Amy, This is so beautiful, so very precious, loving and caring. That you have you father. I just resently loss mine back in Feb, 07. My Mom back in Nov, 06. Thank you for sharing this. Lots of hugs. :)

Posted by Jean Mollett on 04/30/07 at 03:43 AM

ooops, there goes a typo. that's was to be : That you have your father.

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